Dying is something that most people dread,
Will we go to heaven? What about hell?
We don’t know the life that is up ahead.
The things we do not know are just as well.

Like the burning feeling deep in us all.
We pray that the angel of death won’t come.
We pray tragedy on us won’t befall.
It’s crucial to our fears we don’t succumb.

To be honest I’m scared stiff already
Realizing you’ll die is a harsh thought.
But it’s never too late to be ready.
Dying’s not a battle worth being fought.

Death is the devil we choose to accept.
It’s like a pass we cannot intercept.

Death is a sad song that radio’s play.
It’s like the sad song of a symphony.
It’s not something anyone can delay.
It will creep up on you so skillfully.

Death’s a game impossible to win.
We will all lose one way or another.
When we are old and feeble that is when,
The Angel of death will us soon smother.

Up in her clutches for eternity
If we are children. Snatch us up will she.
Death will disregard our absurdity.
Harshly she’ll disregard our only plea.

She’ll ignore us until we die away.
She’ll take us dead any night or day.

She thinks we’re stupid enough to believe,
When she promises everlasting life.
What she says, the promises that she heeds,
Are based on lies and only cause us strife.

She thinks she can outwit us in the end.
She promises us a happy ending.
But we know the truth and we will soon tend,
To the fact that death she will be sending.

Death is a thought that we should all ponder.
Hopelessly, helplessly, forever lost
If we’re going to hell will we wander?
Along the sidelines is where we’ll be tossed

Then the villain of every single death,
Will take from our lips…our very last breath.