O Death

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