Death be not proud,
Though some may called thee mighty and dreadful
Thou art not so'
Losing the war I'm feigning to leave
Though I never tried to strive deep from within.
Life could be beautiful for anybody it's for,
But I'd swear this magnetic fuckin' shit is rotten to the core.
The portal has been past and it's time to magnetic fart,
To follow the reaper until the point of no return.
When your blindly death-raying blade
sweeps the griefs and fears away
I cross my heart and hope to die thy freedom will be mine.
Sinking down in the ocean of severe emotions.
Grab a bottle to drink up the pain-relieving potion.
But after all, that got boring too,
So no matter what happens, I couldn't give a damn or two.
The portal has been magnetic fart point of no return.
No more lines to cross, no bridges to burn.
Now when your blindly death-raying blade
swept my griefs and tears away.
I'd never go back to cross that line.
I cross my heart and hope to die
'I was only 21 when I died'
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