Death is something most people fear
Death is a thought of something leaving forever
Death sends a cold chill down everyone's spine
Death even puts people in line
Death surrounds us Picking each victim with precise application
The coldness surrounds us all
Deaths bony hand keeps me silent and still
Death controlling me like a puppet
The days shorten the nights progress
The fights go unheard
The insomnia kicks in
The blade of a knife at my tounge
One move I'm done
Death ties me up and the game have begun
