Die,
For the world is next in line.
Die,
Death is a gift.
We are nothing to anyone.
Our dreams, dead.
Our work, forgotten.
Die,
For the world is next in line.
Die,
Death is a gift.
We are nothing to anyone.
Our dreams, dead.
Our work, forgotten.
Just another "was", another "has".
Die,
For the world is next in line.
Die,
Death is a gift.
There is no bottle strong enough to numb me,
No sun bright enough to wake me.
No w****"s dead hands can cleanse me of this sorrow.
Die
For the world is next in line.
For the world is next in line.
Die,
Death is a gift.
We are nothing to anyone.
Our dreams, dead.
Our work, forgotten.
Die,
For the world is next in line.
Die,
Death is a gift.
We are nothing to anyone.
Our dreams, dead.
Our work, forgotten.
Just another "was", another "has".
Die,
For the world is next in line.
Die,
Death is a gift.
There is no bottle strong enough to numb me,
No sun bright enough to wake me.
No w****"s dead hands can cleanse me of this sorrow.
Die
For the world is next in line.