What happens after life,
After yellow and gold?
Some say white, if you die when your old.
But I believe after yellow comes black
Once you go in, you never go back.
Black can hijack your heart and soul
Hard to think, or do what you’re told.
It strikes like a viper, right into your bones.
That is where it feels at home.
The final breath, a hiss of air
Everyone knows that black is there.
It takes you to hell, in it’s darkest form
And that my friend, is why we mourn.
So sing in the yellow
When sun is around
Cuz once you are buried, under the ground
There will be no time to sing or dance
All you can do is lie in a trance.
When body is here
But mind is gone
Remember the good times
They don’t last long.
What happens after life,
After yellow and gold?
Some say white, if you die when you’re old
But I say after white comes black
Once you go in, you never come back.
