from birth it was a cold world and its only got colder
days tickin away till the day you got older
frigid and alone hours before bein buried under your tombstone
knowin that when it ends you'll be where you belong
layin in your deathbed thinkin thoughts
never thought that an end would ever come to the clock
stagnent you contimplate whether you'll be in heaven or hell
or does either exsist? only time will tell
deaths embrace grabs hold of you encages you like a cell
as your life flahes before your eyes tellin the tale
of your ups and your downs, glories and downfalls
regrets and mistakes its all now written on the wall
all the people you helped and all the people you hurt will you be a memory to them all?
the mighty gavel comes down as "He" lays judgement and makes the final call
slowly slippin from reality into an enternal darkness or hell
or a place with angels and streets lined with gold like the bible entails
some people take life for granted but when your time comes you will cower
in fear and everything will come in full circle in due time in these final hours