A dead mothers eyes Transfixed in endless sorrow. Hard times to bury a son Some say we will live on. Hope fills the depths of their hearts Of blind faith I surely am not. These passing years have stolen my smile My reflection a stranger Behind the attic door Between the silhouettes The wet kiss of death in the nighttime mist Upon the autumn leaves Your words are carried to me I know it kills you that my own hands set me free These passing years have stolen my smile my time My reflection a stranger reflection seems stranger This young shell harbored an old man why try? Set me free from this nightmare Its over now Rest your head a while The fear Is the illusion of darkness Death is not the end Inside decaying eyes My murdered spirit lies My body burns with the glow of a funeral pyre Procession gathered round I never heard a sound Ash to the wind Never underground Death is not the end... Burn my flesh off this rotting shell Grind my bones into dust and ash Send my soul to oblivion Erase these hollow, fucking years Cleanse yourself from my putrid life Become my ghost, and kill yourself Death is not the end... Do not falter Pull the trigger Absolve your wretched existence
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