RanDom

when death sits on your shoulder
infecting your hati, tengah-tengah
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when anda want your self back
where do anda go
who do anda turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know anda just wait
but i'm not sure if anda are playing tricks on me
can anda end my sorrow
atau is it anda who causes my agony
will anda be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.