I look and see desperation
Clearly not imagination
To see the one in charge of this
Feeling like a petri dish
Everyone playing the assigned roles
Clearly not hearing how the bell tolls
Thinking on how this twist of fate
Came, as always, too late.
For there stands the reaper grim
Looking silently across the rim
Knowing now he looks at me
I quiet the screaming urge to flee
As the bell let's out it's second peal
The devil asks to make a deal
Upon seeing his sun dark face
I feel my heart reach a fluttering pace
Standing here on the edge
My heart now pounding like a sledge
Devil and death, I face with laughter
As I leap from the rung of heaven's ladder
