We're all going to die
We'll someday take the last blink of our eyes
Bring it my way
She cried in dismay
I've toiled all for nought
And I'll leave on my terms
But you don't have a say
Oh you don't have a say
A rope round your neck
Then you can catch a break
But it won't be your choice
No, it won't be your choice
With a smile on her face
Like she knew I was wrong
Some pills on the table
Some pills on the floor
And a nude body lying
Like the day she was born
But it wasn't her choice
No, it wasn't her choice
But the angel that whispered
The angel of death
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