(Death, be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so.) <br /><br />Losing the war I'm feigning to win <br />though I never tried to strive deep from within. <br /><br />Life could be beautiful for anybody it's for <br />but I'd swear this mothafuckin' shit is rotten to the core <br /><br />The portal has been past and it's <br />time to make a turn, to follow the reaper <br />until the point of no return <br /><br />When your blindly death-raying blade <br />sweeps the griefs and fears away <br />I cross my heart and hope to die <br />thy freedom will be mine <br /><br />Sinking down in the ocean of severe emotions <br />Grab a bottle to drink up the pain-relieving potion <br />But after all, that got boring too so no matter <br />what happens I couldn't give a damn or two <br /><br />The portal has been past 'til the <br />point of no return <br />No more lines to cross <br />no more bridges to burn <br /><br />Now when your blindly death-raying blade <br />swept my griefs and tears away <br />I'd never go back to cross that line <br />I cross my heart and hope to die...die
