The Ballad of the Human Composter

The ballad of the human composter (Verse1) In the forest's gentle embrace, where the wild mushrooms grow, Lies a cradle of the earth, where the quiet waters flow. A coffin not of wood or stone, but of mycelium's thread, A resting place for weary bones, the living's gift to the dead. **Chorus:** Oh, the cycle of life, so wondrous and grand, From the earth we arise, to the earth we return, In the arms of the fungi, we find our last stand, As the Human Composter, to the soil we adjourn. (Verse 2) Beneath the canopy of green, where the silent shadows play, The body joins the earth serene, in a symbiotic ballet. The mushrooms, they begin their dance, a ritual so divine, Breaking down the mortal trance, with every spore and line. **Chorus:** Oh, the cycle of life, so wondrous and grand, From the earth we arise, to the earth we return, In the arms of the fungi, we find our last stand, As the Human Composter, to the soil we adjourn. [instrumental] [instrumental ends] (Verse 2) Beneath the canopy of green, where the silent shadows play, The body joins the earth serene, in a symbiotic ballet. The mushrooms, they begin their dance, a ritual so divine, Breaking down the mortal trance, with every spore and line. **Chorus:** Oh, the cycle of life, so wondrous and grand, From the earth we arise, to the earth we return, In the arms of the fungi, we find our last stand, As the Human Composter, to the soil we adjourn. [instrumental] [beat fades out] [end]