W.T.Y.D.

Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp Born into death, will you take the risk See buckets and buckets, yeah buckets of sin You'll never end and can never begin Welcome to your death Welcome to your death Welcome to your death No forest of pleasure or fields of pain High-rise at night see the pavement of stain A beckoning hand from those who were slain Now you can sleep again Welcome to your death Welcome to your death Welcome to your death I take the night and I stretch it wide And I see all, you hide, I died So slip right in, sip the wine The caution flashes but the water's fine Welcome to your death Welcome to your death Welcome to your death