I hear death scratching at my window,
And I don't know what it wants,
My soul seems terryfied from the tingle
When the scratching turns into a chant.
I hear death in my twisted reality,
It makes my life turn in circles,
And I feel there's nothing but equality
When you feel the thrill;
From death's tickles.
I hear death at my window,
And I don't know what to do,
All my life I've felt this rumble
And I know for a fact death's true.
I see death in my reflection,
Life is only a constant collateral,
In the best of my intentions,
Though nothing's promised,
I face my worse fear;
And fight death
In a match that's supernatural.