Here, hand me the knife
And I will press it to my chest
In the end,
who will take thier life?
You ask me if I would kill myself and I say
dead men never die
Here, hand me the steel
And I will hold it to my heart
When its over, what will be real?
What will end and start?
You ask me if Im afraid and I say
dead men never feel
Here, hand me the gun
and I will press it to my head
after all is said and done
Who will lie here dead?
You ask me if I will talk with you and I say
dead men talk with no one