Big Words for a 21 Year Old

When I die Lay my body by a tree and let it rot Yeah, put that thing back where it came from or so help me Don't you cry until you listen to what I'm about to say You can mourn your loss But that's all you're doing 'Cause I'm not losing anything Death is a wet dream If actions speak louder than words Then my death should be with intent purpose To repay my cosmic debt For the carbon that I've borrowed and the time I've been lent here Funerals don't do shit for the dead I'd much prefer you take that money you'd spend And grow a farm that could feed the hungry or something Sew some beauty in the chaos I left