Until The End

There is nothing left to do

It seems like everything is done

Nothing more to achieve

I no longer know in what to beleive

The path of my life

Once a road of many choices

Now a blind alley in the dark

And to guide my way I don't even have a spark

The death of what is dead, not a prayer will be said

Well, I guess it wouldn't help me anyway

When on the path of death I tread not a tear will be shed

There's no-one who will miss me that day

The call of the wild

Has for many years ago

Forever lost it's charm

Now I just long for the Reaper's icy arms

I don't know when my time will come

But there is no-one to tell goodbye

Not a lover nor a friend

So I guess I'll move it on until the end

The death of what is dead, not a prayer will be said

Well, I guess it wouldn't help me anyway

The only one decease that is making my blood freeze

Is the boredom that has lead me astray

And it's too late for me to stay

Nothing can help me that day

When even death is fading away