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