"Death! Oh Come To Me, Close My Eyes And Open Doors Take My Soul And Separate From Sinful, Mortal Flesh" - - You Desperately Cry: "I Want To Die! I Want To Be Dead! I'm Glad That I I Dared To Apply Lady Of Eternal Light Dressed All In White". Ref: And You Feel Your Soul Like A Trembling Bird Encaged In Your Flesh Asking To Be Free. Break The Cage! And You See Your Blood Pulsing Under Skin Asking To Be Free Let It Out! So You're Firm In Your Decision Just Choose The Way: What Will It Be? A Rope? A Bullet? A Razor? Yours Is The Final Word. But It All Amounts To The Same, Does It Not?