• Death is a candy store
    So many ways to die
    Tell a story here and there
    And let it be a lie

    Yes Death is good to liars
    A bullet through the head
    Try to wake up in the morning, (oh no!)
    You can’t wake up, You’re dead

    And of course there are the cheaters
    Who are never satisfied
    Let them stay, as they lay
    And Death is gratified

    Then there is the child
    Who had grown into a thief
    Death will steal your life away
    Till all is paid in grief

    Yes Deaths is just like Santa Clause
    He comes without a trace
    He makes his rounds
    On Holy grounds
    Leaving sadness in its place