People say that when you die
You pass on to the other side
Not knowing where you go
It is better that way don't you think so

But they tell you all the horrible lies
All the trails you have to pass through god's eyes
Even though it is just a mystery
No one knows what it really means

Just imagine all the pain you've been through
To find the answer your looking for
In the other side... The world of the dead
It is no different for the world we're living in

Because we're puppets just controlled by strings
Waiting for our final chapter to end
Living in the fear of death
The on;y passage to 'The Other Side,' I guess