Won’t You Come?
Won’t you come with me, knock on the door
See the other side of the ouija board
See what’s on the other side of death
What happens after our final breath
What happens when the darkness arrives
Once we’ve finished with our lives
Are we reborn, reincarnated
Or is it all gone, just wasted
Just to rot under the ground
Hope I get another go round
Knowing all that I know now
In another life somehow
But of course, that will never be
Things never go that way for me
I’d return as an amoeba, just one cell
And it would serve me right as well
Horror Sleaze Trash 