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Your time runs out, there is no way to stop it

Each second brings you closer to the grave

The meaning of life is to decease

Murdered, old or by a disease

And when you're gone it won't take long

Until memories will faint and bleach

It's impossible to change your fate

We all will have to pass the gate

Tomorrow it will be too late

To say goodbye and resignate

Life's the noose around your throat

That slowly tightens, there's no way out

Desolate Animation

Death is certain but life is not

We're all supposed to rot

Six feet down in a box

Buried by dirt, earth or rocks