Another heart that unable to Bear such things Called Death yet it still come for Eternity Forcing its way to Grab souls and Harassing humans in Its own way and humans puzzled Jumbled through words which slowly Killing them hence Lies were Made of fear and Now Of course People desperately Questioning the meaning of Righteousness which Serenely quiet all of sudden Then cities burned Under the grey sky Vividly painting dreams to Worry about tomorrow so drink Xylene so You can die Zealot