Death: Smoking Inside, Pt. 6

Death means nothing
It's not worth to praise for
Your eyes were wide open
Them, I couldn't let go
Off you go, off you go

Death means nothing
It's not worth to think of
Your hands were frozen
Grabbing a bible
Off you go, Off you go

Death means nothing
Only to your possessions
One son wanted your money
While the others more seconds
Off you go, off you go

Death means nothing
It's not worth to look for
As a kid almost found you
Shaped as a missile
Off you go, off you go

Death means something
When it's you that he chose
You left your kids hanging
Waiting for their own
Off you go, off they'll go



Credits
Writer(s): Arturo Perez Adroher, Ato Pérez, Jasper Sauer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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