Times Up

We all gotta go sometime. No matter who we are. Pawn or king

we all end up in the same place. That's a fact. That's the reality.

We try to run. We try to hide. But death is

always by our side. Waiting in the shadows, ready to take

you when he hears the call. So we fight and we struggle

with every breath we take. But in the end, we all fall

down for our time is a minute in the grand scheme of things.

No time to outrun the reaper's call. We all answer when he's done