They call this place the lake of death
The quiet waters, your shallow breath
Feet walk along the wooden planks
You look back to where your body sank
Grip the rusted handle, open the door
You know exactly what this place is for
This shack was made just for your kind
The ones who wish to leave this world behind
(add another lil poem if ya wanna)
The quiet waters, your shallow breath
Feet walk along the wooden planks
You look back to where your body sank
Grip the rusted handle, open the door
You know exactly what this place is for
This shack was made just for your kind
The ones who wish to leave this world behind
(add another lil poem if ya wanna)