Imagine the day;
that all is lost.
When fear surpasses strength,
and souls are laid to rest.
Imagine that death
has lost its meaning.
No point,
No feeling.
When pills replace reality,
Alcohol releases the soul,
and nicotine adds a smile.
I'll be just fine.
Imagine a little voice,
screaming out inside you,
and all you hear is:
'Get a grip!' when you let go.
Imagine that death,
has lost its meaning:
No point
No feeling
