With each step closer he could feel it Head rush, blood lust, just to revisit The return, the place where he mourned The place where he learned, the place where he turned (to murder) Lost soul just looking through the mirror How long had it been? He can't escape the memories of what he'd seen Of what he might have been Was there still ghosts in these halls? He doesn't care, he just needs to be sure I mean, it's a hard thing to predict The time, the place, the reasons you meet death Count the times you've escaped from reaper Cold stare, hand out to greet you Chance staring at their graves Thinking how they all went out the same way Screaming Now, his last friend in wait Looking glass who showed him his fate Door swings, a man in the way Arch blade in hand and eyes full of hate Clock stops, eyes meet with reaper Heart drops, floors sink beneath him No hope, he accepts defeat Now it's time to see the things you could have been Lifetime in a second, dilation Afterlife all he want, destination Death tell him no rest for the wicked Hell is the people and the demons are the sick Realise his fate, grieving No rest for his soul, no sleeping Blade coming for his head, heaving And chance went out the same way, screaming I can't fucking count the times I've traded other's lives to keep you satisfied, but There's no escape from demise Death don't accept any sacrifices Another voice wailing down the halls Another ghost crying in the floors With his last breath he cries Why won't you let me die?