We are born to die, is what we learn as rule of life
Death gives life its meaning, or else we are all being fooled by the no-show Godot
Ever turned the page to what comes ‘forever after’?
Ever heard of something called fate!
Driving Peter Pan of Neverland to hunt you down to take your heart to feed his soul off your own
All the pixies and the fairies and their dust won’t make the pain go away
Locked in the tower, sitting on your neck.
The pain only mounts as the years go by
And its that time when you know why you were born
Its the time for death to you as its own
For none shall escape it, for we are what it is.