If you can't take what's on this page,

I suggest you find a way,

or perhaps lock yourself in a cage.

Rather than criticizing what I have to say,

cause there is no day,

The night before death,
You lay awake in your bed.
Memories of those who have already left,
Sleeping in coffins, all silently dead.

You scream,
You shout.
In a world that can't count.

The good,
The bad.
They ain't coming back.

You try,
You struggle.
To find a way back.

You keep,
You hide.
The feelings inside.
But too bad,
The world can't even decide.

What to do,
Or where to start.
They just keep throwing darts,
right at your heart.

To keep,
To take.
Its god's choice to make.

We can only wait,
and take.
The choice that god makes.

To die,
To live.
God has his list.

But there is a conclusion.
That we cant resist.
That one day,
all of us might not even exist.

When that day comes,
and takes us away.
We wont hide,
cause we're all gonna die.