I'm scared of being murdered
But not so lucky as to die
I've tried so hard at every point
To look death in the eye
I've yelled at him to take me
I've handed him my soul
I've given him the deadened shreds
Of my heart made out of coal
I've taken razors to his skin
And I ripped his flesh apart
I've bled him 'til he's broken
But it's only just the start
I starved him 'til he fainted
Numbers ate his mind
I made it very clear to him
That I could not be kind
So I hung him from my closet
Like towels hung out to dry
I skinned him to his rotten bones
Yet mighty death refused to cry
I looked into the mirror
And he looked straight back at me
And suddenly I realised
Death is who we hate to see
