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What's death for you my friend? |
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The beginning or the end? |
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I see your nervousness, you're scared |
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Why's it wrong, I ask you now? |
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You tell me what you'll allow? |
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The fear that holds you weighs you down |
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Perfection, you strive to get |
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The only time you'll get there is when you're dead |
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Listen and you will see |
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Death's the only time you're truly free |
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The only certain thing in life is death |
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And the fact that everyone will taste its breath |
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The day that you will die draws ever near |
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Can you face it, without fear? |
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You'd like to tell me what to say |
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You'd like to hold my tongue |
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Keep those thoughts inside your head |
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But I'll talk until I'm done |
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Why can't you face reality, you might |
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Not see tomorrow |
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You know for me death's lost its sting |
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But will it cause you sorrow? |
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This is no morbid curiosity |
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My conversation makes you cringe |
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You turn and spit it out |
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Why do you always make a scene? |
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Why do you scream and shout? |
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Why can't you face reality |
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Society ignores? |
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Unconstructive criticism |
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Shutting open doors |
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This is no morbid curiosity |
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Why don't you listen? |
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Why are you scared? |
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Look at what you're missing! |
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Because you're not prepared, to... |
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Put all your life behind you |
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Stare at death in the face |
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Ignore societies excuses |
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Put them back in their place |
