Ballad of a Dead Man
I see things people dont see.
I hear things people dont hear.
This is what happens to the old man
Of yesterday past.
Soon I wont know the diffrence between
Reality
All I know is
My end is near and all I can do
Is lay and wait for my turn
As all the others are pulled before me
I am forced to suffer
Until he stands before me
And decides to pull my soul
I wish I could do it myself
But im just an old man now
I am just a dead man
On this bed.
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