The Death Cycle

The Death Cycle It drives me insane The Death Cycle It hurts my brain Casually born to the sacred night Foreseeing the futures path Keeps me aware of the hidden lies Keeps me aware of the hidden truth Everyone you love seems to die Tell me who is next It's unexpected but it's envisioned It's the only event that we are aware It keeps coming nearer Where can I hide? The death cycle it's part of my life Senses lost in reality Three deaths in a row And then three more along the way Death seems to follow me Submit me into the asylum of illusion The boy is warped from his head His brain is drowned in his meager mind The girl from the pond of frogs gets a knife She picks it up and slits her eyes The blood spills out all over her feet She has been playing The Game Dress is ripped from the cowboy on the hill Now she is coming home to seek decrease Walking on the highway, she is bare Fluttering flippantly through the air Hissing by the streetlight in the neighborhood Slithering into the door you see them there It's unexpected but it's envisioned It's the only event that we are aware It keeps coming nearer Where can I hide? The death cycle it's part of my life Senses lost in reality Three deaths in a row And then three more along the way Death seems to follow me The Death Cycle It drives me insane The Death Cycle It hurts my brain Casually born to the sacred night Foreseeing the futures path Keeps me aware of the hidden lies Keeps me aware of the hidden truth Everyone you love seems to die Tell me who is next Tell me who is next Tell me who is next Tell me who is next I know who is next