He stole from me something I never thought I'd lose
Some people would decide to give, but I didn't get to choose
I didn't get to tell my mother or leave a letter for them all to know
He just came in without a warm greeting and told me it was time to go
It happened in that place, where there was a strong smell of drugs and weed
A bullet flew through the window, pierced me in my chest, hindering me able to breathe
I've seen Him here before to take my friend after being mixed up in a crime
He's been at my place too, to take my brother before my brother's time
As He comes to take me, I just wish I could ask him 'why'
This life belongs to me, I should've been able to decide
It seems like nowadays, no one ever really gets to choose
He just steals from them things that they never thought they'd lose.
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Neon Divine
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