Matt Zane Not Death Lyrics

Not Death Lyrics

Death calls to me and I usually listen



It is as if it is holding out its hand waiting for me to grab



hold and ease the tension of living by ending



Sometimes I'm so eager to take hold of this



but my palm is sweating with consequence



I'm afraid I might slip



So I simply shake hands



All these suicidal passions...



Is it my fault that reality is the greatest killer of them all?



Not death, it is merely a necessity



Eventually leading to my destruction



Forever