I am surrounded by the people that are constantly talking about death and hell
But few of there privileged masses can even say that they have been there
Clothed in fake beauty and armed with entitlement, rotting on the inside
Nothing we devour can rid of pain, nothing we prepare for will ever eliminate death

I have seen a child die
Bleed out
In need of a simple hand
While I was only steps away

I would not wish these images upon even my greatest enemy
The battle remains in our minds as hell resides in my memories

I was only steps away
Held back by my fear

Bleed out while we sit and stare
Bleed out held back by our fears

The hope in all of this is death, the one thing we innately fear
We will one day rest
Because this body will no longer exist
No longer exist

Bleed out while we sit and stare
Bleed out held back by our fears