Death has knocked on my door
Many times before
It lurks in the corner
Longing to take over
Over my soul
Crush it in half
Bring me to pieces

I hold on to the little ounce
Of hope that I have
Because...
Death has knocked on my door
Many times before
I try to decline
But nothing can stop the death
When it has set it's mind

I am the target
Like I've always been
From I was little to now
I've carried this sin
The sin of feeling inadequate
When death's on my door
To take me away
And crush my soul

Death has knocked on my door
Many times before
It's like it wont stop
Till it has reached it's goal
The goal is my bottom
My undoing
My end
It's getting closer and closer
For each and every day

What should I do?
Was I born to live feeling dead?
Die not having lived?
Death has knocked on my door
Many times before
There is soon nothing left to do
But to give in to temptation
And relieve this sin

Or should I not give in?
Can I pursue and win?