I sit and wait
death is at my door
I look through my
blinds like metal bars
But look
at the angels
in the sky
they're there to take
you home
when you die.
Oh no. Am I wrong?
Am I really wrong?
Should I just wait for him?
Like a sad sinner.
I'm anxiously
awaiting fate
the covered grave.
The End.
The fear that passed away
has risen from the dead.
Is this the end?
But look
at the angels
in the sky
they're to take
you home
when you die.
Oh no. Am I wrong?
Am I really wrong?
Should I just wait for him?
Like a sad sinner.
I guess I'll just have to wait.
Should I just wait for him?
Like a sad sinner.