To have a mind thats lost and dark

Nowhere for it to grow

You think the answer simple

But it ain't necessarily so

For no one stops or takes the time

To wonder if it's so

When death has left and walked away

Where are we left to go

Where is the place when we arrive

It sure isn't heaven or hell

And if we think alive was bad

Then death won't ring the bell

The daily toll of life and death

Is booked and quite well planned

But when we break celestial moulds

We arrive on shifting sands

There is no shortcut to our end

You can't force natures hand

The dreadful truth, we can't escape

Is that we are , THE DAMNED

So just before you take that leap

In your rush to finally go

However you see your suicide

It ain't necessarily so



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