I see comfort in every bullet, a friendly smile on every blade Every rope a tightening halo Longing to be enveloped by the warm bosom of death's embrace My rightful place is my resting place Amongst the dead and decay A virtuous journey it seems to hurl towards the beyond The reaper visits me in my sleep Speaking softly, "Come with me" Never have I felt such an honest presence before To be in the company of a friend who wants to see me His scythe is the key to everlasting bliss How much I wish to join the darkness, to become one with oblivion I will be at peace At home in my grave I will be at peace At home in my grave To sleep forever, and empty my veins To sleep forever, to never draw another breath To sleep forever, and not exist another day To sleep forever, to become one with death The reaper visits me in my sleep Speaking softly, "Come with me" Never have I felt such an honest presence before To be in the company of a friend who wants to see me His scythe is the key to everlasting bliss Close my eyes For so long I've waited to be one with the other side Eternal sleep awaits me Lower me down Eternal sleep awaits me To welcome death my only desire A swan song to this misery Rope tight, I'm prepared to swing Chair kicked, my moment of exit Blissfully, I grow cold