It can't kill me, you know I'm already dead
But I think it's coming for you, and it won't stop till it gets through, right through you
So stop and take a look, because the clock is ticking, and he's picking his method new, if only I could lie with you, but he's a machine, he's just raging to get to you, to run you through, If only you could see. Can't you see?
The words land dry and speechless, but soon you will lie with me.
I don't care about anyone else, you're just a toy about to go back on the shelf, cause death is set in its ways
There's its face, it's coming, it's still a beautiful day, and you just sit and smile, sit and smile, but you're on trial
and you say, to which I quote, "Hello, mum."
And she strikes you through! Right through you!
I told you your mother was a bitch.