Can't fight the feeling of death
When it wraps its hands around your neck
Like the pill that's underneath your tongue
Swallow it with a soft regret

And all the things that make you cry
Remembering you'll watch your parents die
And all the people that you love in your life
Find their way above the Irem Shrine

Skipping tombstones, heavy and slow

Still fall asleep with open eyes
With bad dreams to occupy my time
We're on a strict death schedule-
It keeps us all in line
There's things I'm avoiding now-
Dreams about all of my teeth falling out
And any floral/green color scheme
Try but you can't make a sound

And the clock keeps spinning around

Skipping tombstones, heavy and slow

Hope that they float
No one knows how deep the bottom goes