It hurts how death can take away
All those we thought were here to stay
Sometimes we think death's just child's play
But when it comes, we cry 'Mayday'

Death brings unexpected pain
It reminds us all our work is in vain
It's a foreign concept, all so strange
When you meet that ugly pale red stain

Death takes away all we had planned
And all it leaves is a barren wasteland
Death makes our lives before seem quite grand
It makes us lose our so-called stand