On my last day, in my last hours
The bull is mine, today I will not cower.
My mind is flailing, lost in the ride.
Hop to the side, drive away.
Tell me what to do baby, show me the way.
I love you.
Do not weep my passing,
It's finally my turn to be free.
Don't follow me now,
Do not chose my path.
I've made many mistakes,
Now I face the wreapers wrath.
Goodnight sweetheart,
Sweetest of dreams I bid.
Ok, I'm done.
Now you can close my coffins lid.
