Kill Death Dead

I have to write RIP after too many names of my friends
These days most of the stories that I tell are about them
They’re not around to tell me I got it wrong or say I’m lying
I wish they were, I’m getting sick of all this dying
I’m getting sick of all this dying
I’m getting sick of all this dying

I know it’s hard as hell to keep trying
And as the years go on and on
We all do a lot less smiling
But just remember that you’re not alone
And you’re fighting
Please stay alive I’m getting sick of all this dying
I’m getting sick of all this dying
I’m getting sick of all this dying