What if I want to end up in a hearse?
Where nothing will ever hurt.
Where pain is just a dream.
Where reality is nothing.
And loosing isn't real.
What if winning at life
Is death in the end?
What if pain is only a game?
With the trophy of death.
And the blood is a river
A tribute to the kings.
Hail to the reaper
Taking my hand.
The cold is what I want
But you won't let me go.
I want it to be over
Like it never began.
You won't give up
Like I already have.
You say I'm stronger then I seem
But what if this is what it is.