Clouds circling the moon ghosts strike the mood and silently the fisherman throw his harpoon
i'll see you later dancing on headstones i'll write the world a four-paged letter just because just because dead is just a four letter word
and what ever dangers u say threatens my life i say now that's just isn't right
because if you don't live the world carefree sometimes u'll never have any fun shot number one down with a gun
and i must have a fever because i'm spinning and must be tried of hearing the reaper knocking at the door dressed in black all the time because there's always a funeral
as tears lace their faces don't let them give me sympathy because i lived good, i lived damn well and i would never want sorrow lingering in any of their hearts
and i might not see you tommorrow but that's alright don't crie, even if it is just for tongiht don't think of sucide because that's just not right because just because dead is just a four letter word
Angels sighing demons pierced heart so sweet innocence sent but deep beyond beauty evil lurks