We can be cut,
We can be torn,
We all die,
We were all born.
End us with writing,
Not face-to-face,
It proves you're afraid,
It proves you're a disgrace.
You want to change the world?
Then become a better man.
I won't be a follower,
I won't be a fan.
You use them like puppets,
You act in despise,
Maybe one day,
You'll be surprised.
You broke our family,
You tore us apart,
You killed all the people,
Who were close to my heart.
We'll find you God,
You can't hide long,
This a warning,
Not a prayer or song.
We didn't die in vain,
We died with a wish,
We fell asleep with intention of bliss.
Remember my name 'Mihael Keehl',
Because you'll be buried by my tomb,
Once you fail.