Gone

Death calls to me from deep inside.
Come, go with me on a magic carpet ride.
I will show you many ways to be set free.
Only fools will get down on bended knee.

Death calls to me from deep inside.
Think of all the others who have tried.
To find a short way to the bitter end.
Going around that unknown river bend.

I call to death now from the outside.
I want to be like the others who died.
Show me the easy way. Don't make it long.
I just cannot wait be free and gone.