Death becomes us

Death becomes us
Anger enriches me
I think and I think why don't they see
Our dreams, our hopes, our passions only stop us from tears
Why don't they reroute them to their minds and not their hearts that are shaped out of fear

Death become us
Truth is dark and feared
for knowledge is power, the world is weak and yet still
the strong and the brave fight for what they believe
Becoming martyrs and cripples and mindless for we
the people who wouldn't do the same
Cowards are the ones to blame
the ones who tell the brave to go,
the ones who rule this crooked world so

Death becomes us and we become death
with disease ridden lust upon our chest
We unknowingly put on our dark hoods
and grab our incorporeal scythes
Killing the ones we love without care
overtime they cease to be and then
and only then we see

That Death becomes us
and we the reaper
His eyes are mines
and mine his
For those that see his world
have only one thing to do
grab the scythe and take duty
for Death becomes me
now I finally see