I see comfort in every bullet, a friendly smile on every blade
Every rope a tightening halo
Longing to be enveloped by the warm bosom of death's embrace
My rightful place is my resting place
Amongst the dead and decay
A virtuous journey it seems to hurl towards the beyond
The reaper visits me in my sleep
Speaking softly, "Come with me"
Never have I felt such an honest presence before
To be in the company of a friend who wants to see me
His scythe is the key to everlasting bliss
How much I wish to join the darkness, to become one with oblivion
I will be at peace
At home in my grave
I will be at peace
At home in my grave
To sleep forever, and empty my veins
To sleep forever, to never draw another breath
To sleep forever, and not exist another day
To sleep forever, to become one with death
The reaper visits me in my sleep
Speaking softly, "Come with me"
Never have I felt such an honest presence before
To be in the company of a friend who wants to see me
His scythe is the key to everlasting bliss
Close my eyes
For so long I've waited to be one with the other side
Eternal sleep awaits me
Lower me down
Eternal sleep awaits me
To welcome death my only desire
A swan song to this misery
Rope tight, I'm prepared to swing
Chair kicked, my moment of exit
Blissfully, I grow cold