Fortune favors the wealthy,
Illness favors the sick.
Darkness favors the darkness
But which darkness do you pick?
Living wants to live,
But the reaper wants it too.
Lost was never lost
And the old was never new.
Knives long for the wrists,
Pills want to be swallowed.
The bullet wants the brain
Because the brain wants to be hollowed
Bleeding, keeps on bleeding,
'Cause the blood wants to be red.
Something special's missing
When the life wants to be dead.