'"Death, be not proud. Though some have called thee mighty and dreadful...
thou art not so."
Losing the war I'm feigning to win
Though I never tried to to strive deep from within
Life could be beautiful for anybody it's for
But I'd swear this mothafuckin' shit is rotten to the core
Pre-The portal has been past and it's time to make a turn
To follow the reaper until the point of no return
When your blindly death-raying blade
sweeps the griefs and fears away
I cross my heart and hope to die thy freedom
will be mine
Sinking down in the ocean of severe emotions
Grab a bottle to drink up the pain-relieving potion
But after all, that got boring too
So no matter what happens, I couldn't give a damn or too
The portal has been past 'til the point of no return
No more lines to cross, no more bridges to burn
Now when your blindly death-raying blade
swept my griefs and tears away
I'd never go back to cross that line
I cross my heart and hope to die
"I was only twenty one when I died"
