Street of Death

Dark clouds gather in the sky
Death rustling along this street
Blue skies turning gray
Sorrow scorches this street

Golden Tears of regret
This path I’d rather forget
Walking through evil’s street
Wearing silken clothes of deceit

I smell the evil nearby
Sweet sickness of decay
Guess I am the devil’s spy
The evil’s here to stay

Evil’s distribution
Through the world
Stop this disintegration
Close these gates

Wish I could help
But I can’t
The evils inside me
Wish I could help

Stuck here in
The street of death
Never dying
Never living

Heaven’s door seems looked for me
Now hell’s the place for me
So run while there’s time
Save yourself if you can