Sometimes this world is too much.

It's too hard for you to bare,

When it pulses, pushes, you around in a rush.

And a knife's shining edges are a taunting dare.


Woe to the one who caves.

Woe to the ones insane.

And I know who's done this deed.

The ones who think only of their own needs.

Woe to the lost and weary.

Woe to the most who fear me.

And I know who's spread these words,

The ones who cannot trust now that they've been hurt.


My name is death, and they're wrong to fear me.

I'm their only escape from the evil in these cities.

I'm the only chance of justice for the wicked

And the only one who knows who to get rid of.



The real death you humans die,

Is living in this world, 'cause it's living a lie.

The real death is waiting just around the corner in the alley,

Your own savage kind, not me.



Woe to the ones who give in.

Woe to the ones who won't win.

Woe to the ones who burn.

Woe be to this World....