MEMENTO MORI

TITLE: MEMENTO MORI

[INTRO]

Remember you die.

Not to despair.

To wake up.

Dust has a sermon.

Bones still preach.

Listen.

[VERSE 1]

Under the city where the skulls sit still,
catacombs whisper what the crowds won’t feel.
Above ground lights and the café glow,
below ground bones say, “You too will go.”

Fashion walks past in a perfume cloud,
music hits loud and the tourists get proud.
Screens flash bright with a beautiful lie,
but every soft face has a date to die.

Memento mori in the tunnel air,
death does not care what the brands declare.
Gold chain, blue tick, rented fame,
coffin still closes on the human name.

Vanity Fair with the floodlights high,
selling the soul another way to fly.
Movies, stadiums, money, applause,
but the grave eats kings with the same cold jaws.

Ozymandias cracked in the desert sand,
“Look at my works,” but the dust took command.
Babylon glittered, merchants cried,
then one hour came and the market died.

You can build your barns, count your grain,
plan five years while ignoring pain.
But God can say in the night you boast:
“Fool, this soul is required the most.”

[HOOK]

Memento mori,
remember the grave.
What can the world give
that can actually save?

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
Dust cannot cleanse you,
bones cannot raise.

Look to the Cross,
come out of the lie.
Christ rose alive,
so the dead can rise.

[VERSE 2]

This is not gothic for aesthetic taste,
not skull art pasted on spiritual waste.
This is a trumpet in a rented room:
wake up before you meet the tomb.

Wars keep burning, famine bites,
families pray through sleepless nights.
Markets shake, bills climb steep,
yet the soul scrolls on half-asleep.

You see death daily, then swipe away,
laugh at a clip, then forget to pray.
But every funeral, every black suit,
is a sermon grown from Eden’s root.

Sin came first, then the grave came after,
death under every party and laughter.
We broke God’s law, we loved our throne,
tried to make dust feel safe alone.

Lied with the tongue, lusted with eyes,
envied the neighbour, polished the lies.
Loved created things more than the King,
made little idols from everything.

Your body is fading, your breath is loaned,
your secret record is fully known.
You do not need vibes when the pulse runs thin,
you need atonement for actual sin.

Not self-care candles, not moral repair,
not “good person” claims in the judgement air.
When the books are opened and the grave gives way,
what will your soul have left to say?

[HOOK]

Memento mori,
remember the grave.
What can the world give
that can actually save?

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
Money cannot cleanse you,
fame cannot raise.

Look to the Cross,
come out of the lie.
Christ rose alive,
so the dead can rise.

[BRIDGE]

Death is not the end of meaning.

Death is the end of pretending.

The grave removes the costume.

The throne reveals the truth.

But mercy is open now.

Come to Christ.

[VERSE 3]

Jesus walked into our mortal air,
God in flesh with grief to bear.
He touched the sick, raised the dead,
fed the hungry with miracle bread.

He stood at tombs and broke despair,
called Lazarus out through the burial air.
But greater still than tears at a grave,
He came as the Lamb with power to save.

At the Cross, death opened wide,
and the Holy One stepped inside.
Not for His sin, not for His crime,
but ours laid heavy in the fullness of time.

Blood on the wood, sky gone black,
wrath came down, no turning back.
Christ bore the curse, Christ paid the debt,
mercy and justice forever met.

They wrapped Him once in a borrowed tomb,
sealed Him down in the stone-cold gloom.
But death found out what death could not hold:
Life Himself in the grave grown bold.

Third day thunder, the stone rolled wide,
Jesus rose bodily, glorified.
Not a ghost, not a thought, not a myth,
but the risen King with wounds as gift.

Now every skull in the tunnel cries:
do not waste breath on polished lies.
Repent and believe while mercy is near,
the risen Christ still calls you here.

Leave Vanity Fair, leave Babylon’s song,
leave the broad road lit up wrong.
The world is passing, the grave is real,
but Christ has blood that can cleanse and heal.

[FINAL HOOK]

Memento mori,
remember the grave.
What can the world give
that can actually save?

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
His blood can cleanse you,
His voice can raise.

Look to the Cross,
come out of the lie.
Christ rose alive,
so the dead can rise.

[OUTRO]

Dust preaches.

Bones witness.

Crowns rust.

Crowds vanish.

But Christ is risen.

Repent.

Believe.

Jesus is Lord.