Through early morning fog I see*
The visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld from me
I realise and I can see
Suicide is painless
It brings on any changes
But I can take or leave it if I please
The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna loose it anyway
But losing cards are some days late
So this is all I have to say
The sword of time will pierce our skin
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger watch it grin
A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that I keep
"Is it to be or not to be"
And I reply "Oh why ask me ?"
And you can do the same thing if you please