(Death be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, thou art not so.)

Losing the war I care to win
Though I strive deep from within.

Life could be beautiful for anybody it's for
But I'd swear this mothafuckin' *** is rotten to the core

The portal has been past and it's
Time to make a turn, 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
*** 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 past 'til the
Point of no return
No more lines to cross
No more 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... Die

(I was only 21 when I died)