O Death

Lyrics

O Death, won't you spare me over for another year? Long time coming, long time running Fill my lungs with dust, and zombies shuffle away from him I guess have to face it, Death moves at his own pace, and He's in my every sniffle and the aftertaste with chasers I carry two erasers for those that seek some placement A merchant on the street with networks of some displaced vagrants They greet me with such hatred, their love borders on tasteless A fiend pays you to kill them with the smiles upon their faces New age Rr. Robert, unlicensed practitioner More off-tempo percussion than deep space listener I have a lot to answer for, locked behind a heavy door But honestly these days I barely sleep upon this cold floor I know what is in store for one who samples his own wares I see the demon faces in the subways drawn in pairs I'm seldom unawares but sliding towards the ledge Won't take many more steps to wind up slipping from the edge O Death Knock knock! I let myself in, it was not locked You're looking well, well, you're not, are you not shocked That even with your top docs and eleventh hour God talk That I would not arrive in time? C'mon, let's take a long walk We got a lot to talk about, get up, chop chop Said time's a-wasting, yeah the clock's a-racing, tick tock We got a boat to catch at the River Styx dock A funeral march mixed in with a little hip hop By now your life is flashing past you faster, faster Flipbook full of pictures of mistakes and questions which you never answered You see the darkness which envelops you grow near and deeper Be the wind, sun and the rain, baby, don't fear the reaper Reflect upon regrets, I bet there's some you might've missed I'm the ghost of Christmas future with your final gift So I will take your hand and listen to you screaming through it Or I can just extend a finger, and let you lean into it O Death But I ain't ready yet - It doesn't matter But I got time left - Look, the clock is shattered There's still fuel in the tank - Not on your life, son Not once I'm wielding my scythe like it's a siphon But can't I flee from thee? – Well, many have made attempts Why now? Why me? – C'mon, you know no one's exempt Will it hurt? O merciful destroyer Will I suffer? - Brother, please, let's avoid the spoilers Time is finite, a million gears have rusted The hands are closing in and hold the straw for pills you're crushing It isn't fair, changed direction just to push through Ran for many years only to wind-up back here with you What does that mean? You cast seeds upon the stones And dare to grimace now that they took root and what has grown, so What about my plans? Oh, your legacy is ash It's time to see the truth, it's always me behind the mask O Death