Death Is the End

Fate smile at it’s funny little ways
As it put pay to a promising career
They prophesied of their own demise
It was too good to resist
It was too good to resist
Death it is the end more or less
As you lie here, does it feel
As if it was such a good idea
In tempting fate
Are you sorry now?
Are you sorry now?
Death it is the end or less
A funeral train rotting flesh
It is the end or less a funeral train rotting flesh
It is the end or less a funeral train rotting flesh
It is the end or less a funeral train rotting flesh
Is the end or less a funeral train rotting flesh
It is the end or less a funeral train rotting flesh
It is the end or less a funeral train rotting flesh
It is the end