R.I.P.

The wicked grin of death, it seals your doom Within its empty stare you see your tomb Too late to turn back, you're on your way But will you live another day And now you're floating toward a sky of blue This is the end, you're dead, you're done, you're through A chalk outline is all that's left of you Is it real, is it true And from above you see your funeral Screaming loud, but noone hears your call Shattered dreams against a broken wall Did you ever live at all And now you sit to take your final exam Will you pass or forever be damned You will be judged by what you do and say But does it matter anyway Rest In Peace!