And if I die it should not matter,
The words I wrote will speak for me after,
My voice is gone,
My skin torn apart,
Yet still I smile,
I can't breathe, there's no air,
Only selfish beasts,
Come to feast again,
So tear me apart,
Beat me till I can't feel the beat of my heart,
But all I see is her smile,
She's the angel of death,
And she came for me tonight.