"Just open your eyes, see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life, that no one will cry,
at my funeral."-SIXX: AM
They suit me up, paint my face over
as they slowly cry; I become colder.
My grandchildren grow older - wiser
and the sky seems to become brighter.
My passion for life becomes a desire,
but this tomb has already caught on fire.
Is this cremation? Or a shipment to hell?
Either way, rest in peace -
is held behind a cell.
Where my life’s fallen, my children will pick up.
Grab the side of my coffin, and leave it shut.
For them, this doesn't happen often.
But they've lived it enough to hold no problem.
Losing a life, finding a death -
while all they do is take a breath.
They've seen peace, they've seen fear.
Living a life of death and tortured atmosphere.
Seeing violence and silence rebelled.
Wishing for their father to be impaled.
And their wishes came true, here I lie.
In a cage, living the consequence of suicide.
And as it rains on my tomb -
my fourth child.
Screams and shouts from his mothers womb.
Angry and wild.
the world is now doomed, set to be abused.
Because Satan’s fourth child is now loose.
Welcome Damian.
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