You come, you go, forever more.
Never ending cycle of chores.

The cold hand of the reaper, it’s time for you to go.
Everyday it strikes once more.

Unstoppable feelings, your lost to the world.
Taken to the darkness of the New World.

No one knows your gone, who would of cared.
It’s time for you to go, into the darkness of the New World.

 
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