The River of Death

People telling me
what they'd do if they were me
trying to force a
point of view,

Its this Fear of life,
And the fear of Assassins' idol,
Sneaking around
like a hidden knife
That's causing all to believe they know best!

There's no time to hesitate,
no time to contemplate
I gotta stand up,
We ALL gotta stand up,
Absorb the rhythm of their songs

Life is nothing
but eternal woe.
Death is the ultimate.
Death is the beginning.
Death is an end.
Death is,
the friend in the group that no one likes!
Death is, right now, my closest
friend.

This pain, I know will never go away.
It might ease with time,
but will never truly fade,
And,
with each passing day,
I will recall all the cheerful memories that we made.

I can't predict the future,
So I stare at the river of death,
Hoping it won't carry me away
to the land of the dead