There's no rest for the wicked
And there's no light for the damned
The pain never leaves
Those who cry
Life is more special
To those who die.
Screams in the pillow
Lost in the night
The bird leaves the willow
Nothing hinders its flight.
Death is but an illusion
Just a heartbeat away
The dream dies with the sun
And the moon makes the terror stay.
little butterfly so bright
Flitters in the eve,
Dies in the night.