'Death be not proud, 
Though some may called thee mighty and dreadful 
Thou art not so' 

Losing the war I'm feigning to leave 
Though I never tried to strive deep from within. 
Life could be beautiful for anybody it's for, 
But I'd swear this magnetic [bad word]  [bad word] is rotten to the core. 

The portal has been past and it's time to magnetic [bad word]  
To follow the reaper until the point of no return. 

When your blindly death-raying blade 
sweeps the griefs and fears away
I cross my heart and hope to die thy freedom will be mine. 

Sinking down in the ocean of severe emotions. 
Grab a bottle to drink up the pain-relieving potion. 
But after all, that got boring too, 
So no matter what happens, I couldn't give a [bad word] or two. 

The portal has been magnetic [bad word] point of no return. 
No more lines to cross, no bridges to burn. 

Now when your blindly death-raying blade 
swept my griefs and tears away. 
I'd never go back to cross that line. 
I cross my heart and hope to die 

'I was only 21 when I died'