People actually like Lola Bunny

when death sits on your shoulder
infecting your puso
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when you want your self back
where do you go
who do you turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know you just wait
but i'm not sure if you are playing tricks on me
can you end my sorrow
or is it you who causes my agony
will you be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.