With each step closer he could feel it
Head rush, blood lust, just to revisit
The return, the place where he mourned
The place where he learned, the place where he turned (to murder)
Lost soul just looking through the mirror
How long had it been?
He can't escape the memories of what he'd seen
Of what he might have been

Was there still ghosts in these halls?
He doesn't care, he just needs to be sure
I mean, it's a hard thing to predict
The time, the place, the reasons you meet death
Count the times you've escaped from reaper
Cold stare, hand out to greet you
Chance staring at their graves
Thinking how they all went out the same way
Screaming

Now, his last friend in wait
Looking glass who showed him his fate
Door swings, a man in the way
Arch blade in hand and eyes full of hate
Clock stops, eyes meet with reaper
Heart drops, floors sink beneath him
No hope, he accepts defeat
Now it's time to see the things you could have been

Lifetime in a second, dilation
Afterlife all he want, destination
Death tell him no rest for the wicked
Hell is the people and the demons are the sick
Realise his fate, grieving
No rest for his soul, no sleeping
Blade coming for his head, heaving
And chance went out the same way, screaming

I can't fucking count the times
I've traded other's lives to keep you satisfied, but
There's no escape from demise
Death don't accept any sacrifices
Another voice wailing down the halls
Another ghost crying in the floors
With his last breath he cries
Why won't you let me die?