How do you know what to do,
When the reaper is already coming for you?
How do you know what to think,
When you barely have time to blink?
How will you know that you are dead,
After the bullet has passed through your head?
Will your soul move on throughout the years?
Will you stay locked in your deepest, darkest fears?
Will you dance in a garden with an angelic glow?
Will you burn eternally in Hell below?
Will a spirit horse come galloping by?
Will there only be silence once you die?
What is the meaning of life,
When your throat is slowly being cut under its knife...