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