Don't say that I made it
To the gates of Hades
This is not where I wanted to go
This is not where I wanted to end
Don't say that I made it
To the gates of Heaven
That is not what my meant my friend
This is not what I wanted then
I lose my grip
Yet I still pretend
I have my foes
Like you my friend
I cry a while
Then breath in deep
My conscious calls
In me it sleeps
The good I've done
The death it reaps
The drapes they flutter
Like butterflies
And I hear the coming storm
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