• With death we stride, yes, hand in hand
    life just a mask for a passage last
    a parade without dancers, a parade without a band
    just a shadow shed by memories past.

    The survival one is death for another
    its a dog eat dog world, but oh so much worse
    'cause we don't know who we eat, it could be our mother
    or father, or friend, just a mystery course.

    So cry we may, and cry we do
    but our loss of life is there with us
    yes, death is with us through and through
    so thus are we dead while alive are we thus.