Until the End

There is nothing left to do
 It seems like everything is done
 Nothing more to achieve
 I no longer know in what to beleive
 The path of my life
 Once a road of many choices
 Now a blind alley in the dark
 And to guide my way I don't even have a spark
 The death of what is dead, not a prayer will be said
 Well, I guess it wouldn't help me anyway
 When on the path of death I tread not a tear will be shed
 There's no-one who will miss me that day
 The call of the wild
 Has for many years ago
 Forever lost it's charm
 Now I just long for the Reaper's icy arms
 I don't know when my time will come
 But there is no-one to tell goodbye
 Not a lover nor a friend
 So I guess I'll move it on until the end
 The death of what is dead, not a prayer will be said
 Well, I guess it wouldn't help me anyway
 The only one decease that is making my blood freeze
 Is the boredom that has lead me astray
 And it's too late for me to stay
 Nothing can help me that day
 When even death is fading away