How do you like the taste of it? The posion in your tea I put it there with shaking hands There's no way you'll be the end of me  How do you like the sound of it? The weeping when you died Your mother came with me at night Then we closed your eyes   How do you like the feel of it? The coffin made of oak Dirt will be your new best friend And the bugs will come and go   How do you like the sound of it? The dirt as it hits the lid Soon the light won't reach the wood And the flowers will bloom again   How do you like the smell of it? The decaying flesh of yours Skin will rot, bones will crack And you will be no more