Preparing Your End

Ordinary life, everyday without value No tragic thought, nobody gripe in anixiety You are glad to life You don't know what waiting for you Is the last while Don't say nothing You're turn to death Preparing your end Remaining drop in your cup You're running like blind Death is lead to other realm Fatal whiles near, you're smiling Death touch for you, is in your body Slowly trip up your foots, brutal scene Your body cry blood, pile up without name Preparing your... Silent singing is resound Nobody think for nothing All is black, some tears... some words Is it only nonsense's?