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The Gift

Death is not your friend

God doesn't know you at all

You will prove the end of creation

From the brightness to dust

Oceans and lakes will dry out

Then you'll take your step into the gloom

Now your love turns to hate

And sun goes down

When the ground turns to mud

You'll scream your eyes out

Take a look at the past

And think about the future

The reaper has taken his own

It's a gift in the end

No chemicals can save you

The roaming poisons your mind

You will live without destination

Face to face with the devil

From the moment of greed

You have no idea how the world will change

Just a matter of time and backyard

Is a minefield, few mistakes for the anger

And the tyrants enslave

Take a look at the past

And think about the future

The reaper has taken his own

It's a gift in the end

Death is a gift in the end

Death is a gift in the end

Take a look at the past

And think about the future

The reaper has taken his own

It's a gift in the end