Death for the Deceased

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

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