Death to make me Beautiful

Death will make me beautiful,
in this destruction of the peace.
'Cause I'm no longer that fool,
Who walked down your streets.
So don't go shedding those tears,
I'm a soul that you'll devour.
Don't play on my fears,
Now they've all turned sour.

Because I'm a trip away from a world,
Where stars can reach the sky.
So beautiful is the swirl,
Of the spiral in my eye.
I'm reaching out in hope,
For a world that'll soon be gone,
Empowering the scope,
In those memories that are torn.

So beautiful in this death,
Is the unopened flower.
No darkness is conceived,
When I've lost all the power.
Stretched out in contempt,
Clothed in my own blood,
The sin has been spent.
In this world so cruel;
This death will make me beautiful.