I know you're broken,

lay your head down to rest.

I've tried to heal you,

I've done my best.

I want you to live,

Now and forever,

But maybe laying in a coffin will make you feel better.

Succumbing to death,

Being held in his arms,

Maybe he's your good luck charm.

He brings you to a place you stay,

That washes all your worries away.

He brings you to the afterlife

and tells you not to wander far from sight.

But you go off, to spite him, so—

Off into the light you go.