Man, what a change to take Oh, the poet keeps on ticking He doesn't know why He's just a capture for slaughter Death, but we are Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh When will they meet for words? When they cease to function When there's nothing to say When will it start for me and you? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I feel a hint of religion I'm such a spirit of depravity The sound of breaking glass This is a reflection Death, but we are Ah!
