Hello
Wandering minds trying to understand
In his feeble mind he said
Hello death, it's nice to meet you
When it's time please be gentle or not
We are all on death roll
So why should I fear your strokes
It's a mystery trying to understand this life
Almost like we were made for his amusement
Why do we suffer as though we are guilty
When in the first instance it was never a choice to be here or not
Never a choice to be made immortal or not
Never a choice to be brought to this insane world
Never a choice to be so imperfect
Never a choice to be born impure or not
Then when we are gone we are judged on a life we never had the choice to be part of
And so he said, hello death its nice to meet you...
In his feeble mind he said
Hello death, it's nice to meet you
When it's time please be gentle or not
We are all on death roll
So why should I fear your strokes
It's a mystery trying to understand this life
Almost like we were made for his amusement
Why do we suffer as though we are guilty
When in the first instance it was never a choice to be here or not
Never a choice to be made immortal or not
Never a choice to be brought to this insane world
Never a choice to be so imperfect
Never a choice to be born impure or not
Then when we are gone we are judged on a life we never had the choice to be part of
And so he said, hello death its nice to meet you...
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