• Death,
    why do we die?
    when we're sad
    why do we cry?
    in the light why do we stare,
    at the things that arn't really there?
    we always imagine
    what can't be true
    never speaking to each other
    as the distance grew
    just as the prettiest flower must die
    only a weed has the stregnth to survive
    learning to speak
    never getting the chance to speak
    the empty shell of life
    is nothing but bleak
    blood is money and money sheds blood
    yet we'll ignore it all
    just for an escape if we could
    we see so many dieing
    with eternal scars across their heart
    but we would simply step all over them
    just to keep us apart
    we say say we're afraid of death
    yet we're the ones who kill
    with all this madness around us
    how is murdering qualified as a skill?
    exiles, outcasts
    we really don't care
    they say it's not right
    but life's not fair
    cheating, lieing, anything goes
    as long as we reach the top
    because the stregnth of hate
    is a force no one can stop
    tears seep from our hearts
    and pour from our eyes
    everything we've ever known
    it that just a lie?
    you say there's a paradice
    somewhere in the universe
    but all i see is
    the remains of a curse...