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