On and on,over and over,
Life blanks out,
I need a four leaf clover,
I need to know what its all about.

Death is just a concept,
life is just dying slowly,
All the times Ive wept,
Feeling blind and lonely.

Like a black and white show,
Colors never seem to change,
Everyone is just so low,
Their ideals and their minds are strange


As the static continues to hiss,
As life loses its bliss,
As my mind and body slowly die,
As my soul starts to cry,

This is all life is,
It will never change,
I pray for death's kiss,
For life and death to exchange.

I can hear it now.

Do you aswell?

I don't know how...

But its pointless to dwell

as the static gives its final bow...

and my ideals fall...

The time is now...

To end it all

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