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Death
Death comes to us all, by the hand of God
But who would have guessed it was this deity that struck us down
Just look around, there is no sound
Everything you know is not in front of you and can’t be found
Death, it has a plan, and yes it can
It happens every day even if you cannot hear the call
You’re standing tall, think you're a know-it-all
But when it’s on your turf, now it's personal
Take the time to open your eyes
You’re blind
Just because it's out of sight
It doesn’t mean it’s out of your mind
Death is everywhere, but you don't care
As long as it don't wander up your street and up to your front door
You know the score, what happens over shore
Such ignorance, and I can't take it anymore
Death is but a dream, this is the real thing
There is nowhere you can run and nowhere that you can hide
It’s genocide, where fear and pain collide
You’re not denied of it all, you're not immortal
Death, breathing down your neck, just take a sec
To realise that terrorism happens every god damn day
And by the way, before you turn away
If they were coming after you you'd already be blown away
Death, you can't deny, you know the reason why
All the men, women and children led to their demise
Open your eyes, there is no disguise
You know it’s happening, so stop pretending it's not
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