Mr. Death
As my heart and my mind are the things I now fear
The beat that controls me... The memories of past
Are nothing important and not meant to last
Life is a moment... A moment on earth
Yet death is eternal, a cosmic rebirth
Life is for hoarders who cling to their finds
Rubbish... like memories, that clutter their minds
Heartbeats are countdowns, just ticks on a clock
The life of a battery... Or Mr. Deaths knock
Are too much the same, so if my senses are right
I don't have the time... Or the strength left to fight
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