DEATH AND HIS JOB
By Jessica White
YOUR BREATH IS COLD
YOUR WRATH IS GREAT
YET YOU SPEAK NO WORDS
YOU COME IN AN INSTANT
YOUR PREY KNOWS NO DIFFERENCE
THE LIFE IS SUCKED OUT OF THEM
BUT IN THAT SPLIT INSTANT
JUST BEFORE PANICK SETS IN
YOU LET THEM REMEMBER
THAT DAY, JUST "THAT" DAY
WHEN EVERY THING
SEEMED SO.....WONDERFUL
BUT WE ALWAYS SEE YOU AS THE BAD GUY
TAKING US IN THE PRIME OF OUR LIFE
FORGIVE ME
BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS DO YOUR JOB
By Jessica White
YOUR BREATH IS COLD
YOUR WRATH IS GREAT
YET YOU SPEAK NO WORDS
YOU COME IN AN INSTANT
YOUR PREY KNOWS NO DIFFERENCE
THE LIFE IS SUCKED OUT OF THEM
BUT IN THAT SPLIT INSTANT
JUST BEFORE PANICK SETS IN
YOU LET THEM REMEMBER
THAT DAY, JUST "THAT" DAY
WHEN EVERY THING
SEEMED SO.....WONDERFUL
BUT WE ALWAYS SEE YOU AS THE BAD GUY
TAKING US IN THE PRIME OF OUR LIFE
FORGIVE ME
BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS DO YOUR JOB
