Death will be our disguise.
In The night, we're doomed to fall.
Till the morning, when we will rise,
and unwillingly crawl.
We crawl to some distance,
reaching for their hearts,
but it ends in resistance,
and we, fall apart
We all want death.
Watch the story unfold.
But some say it's best,
that the story remains untold.
We all want death,
That, we know,
But what about the rest?
Who still want to grow.
We all want death.
It's life's goal
Maybe not the best,
With hearts gaping hole.
So, if we all go,
Will death be like life?
And as it goes to show,
Humans can be handy with a knife
Death will be our disguise.
In the night, we're doomed to fall.
Till the morning, when we will rise,
and unwillingly crawl.
Death is our disguise
In the night.
Goodbye.
