Panic has gripped your mind...Fear has struck you blind.
Searching for answers,only finding confusion.
You've slipped into a dark sleep from which you'll never awaken.
You've cheated the Reaper one time too many...Too late to explain,you've run out of time.
He's coming to collect not caring to show pity.
It's useless to plead...Death is unforgiving as soon you will see.
The deathbell is tolling for you while darkness engulfs your soul.
Why keep up the fight when it is better to let go?
Your excuses are worthless, you have no reason to live.
You poisoned your soul with the hatred you felt.
Your loved ones stopped caring when you pushed them away.
You called upon the Reaper by playing your death games...
So now you must die because you've run out of time.
