Death doesn't discriminate
It is not a black and white matter
It isn't brown or yellow either
Some die slow and others faster.
Young and old, rich and poor
You don't know when
He'll come knocking on your door.
But you do know He will.
And He won't stop until
He has His fill.
So, if Death is my enemy
And He is also yours
It only makes sense
To join forces in this war
Because the enemy of my enemy
should also be my friend
So we should make an alliance
and put petty fighting to an end.
If Death doesn't discriminate, neither should we
'Cause that will only lead to our defeat.