The Gift

Death is not your friend
 God doesn't know you at all
 You will prove the end of creation
 From the brightness to dust
 Oceans and lakes will dry out
 Then you'll take your step into the gloom
 Now your love turns to hate
 And sun goes down
 When the ground turns to mud
 You'll scream your eyes out
 Take a look at the past
 And think about the future
 The reaper has taken his own
 It's a gift in the end
 No chemicals can save you
 The roaming poisons your mind
 You will live without destination
 Face to face with the devil
 From the moment of greed
 You have no idea how the world will change
 Just a matter of time and backyard
 Is a minefield, few mistakes for the anger
 And the tyrants enslave
 Take a look at the past
 And think about the future
 The reaper has taken his own
 It's a gift in the end
 Death is a gift in the end
 Death is a gift in the end
 Take a look at the past
 And think about the future
 The reaper has taken his own
 It's a gift in the end