From total strangers to best friends
To best friends to brothers
From brothers to never calling him again
Their coffins descend
One flies to a place of peace
The other Lake of Fire, devils hauling you in
As one began one ends
The Earth still spins
We're hurt, tears in our shirt, spirit must transcend
What you think sleep is for?
A deeper cause
For the other side til the Reaper calls...
-Killah Priest, "Profits of Man"