All alone,
night sky lights a path of hope.
No home,
only the streets to roam.

Lost in fear,
the sound of war is all you can hear.
Gun in hand,
another night in Iran.

Trembling,
the cool night air begins to sting.
And the ring of gunshots in your ear,
leaves you paranoid.

Each breath,
could be your last.
So you make them fast.

No man has ever faced Death,
and come out alive.
So why do you?
You know you’re going to die.
So why?

Are you brave?
Or just foolish.
Do you remember,
what the rule is?

No one can cheat Death.

And so you become Death.

And what of your family?
Are they proud?
Daddy killing bad guys,
put them all in the ground.

Didn't even know them,
but he wasted his own life,
to **** every last one of them,
becoming Death and his scythe.

But one day,
someone came for you.
They took your life,
and the title of Death too.

Like a dog about to be put down,
you whimper and you scream.
It was over from the beginning,
your future was foreseen.

No man has faced Death,
and come out alive.
So why do you?
You know you're going to die.
So why?

Are you brave?
Or just foolish.
Do you remember,
what the rule is?

No one can cheat Death.

Not even Death himself.