I feel death on my neck, I feel it creeping up my back,

All my life it's been around my world.

I've been told that I'm too young to die,

But I know all the real truths.

I've snorted too many lines and wasted too many dreams,

Its time that I die, take me away from me.

Because now I'm sick of this world and the baggage that I've lugged,

And now I'm sick of the funerals and the bodies I'ved hugged.

I got death in my vains, its the only thought running through the head,

I bleed my soul into my pen, and all that flows is doom.

Friends die in my mind cause they died in real life,

The only memories I have are empty casings and grave stones.

I feel death on my neck, I better watch my back...