Death

Two people carrying a coffin
Inside it lays a white , dead body
Without no soul , without no life
It's cold , it stinks , it's all so bright.

Down to the cemetery they go
To put him two feet down below
For him to rest in peace and rot
Cause everybody loved him , not.

He's gone , his life ended so shortly
From all the suffering and guilty
He took his life with his own hands
Relieved the world , finished what he began .

No one mourns his tragic faith
No one cares , he did not die in vain
He had no purpose and no future
Surounded by darkness and vultures .