Carrier of death
Stork in reverse
He blesses you with sickness
He blesses you with curse
The arsnic in your kool-aid
The bomb in your mail
He dissapears in motion
He leaves a bloody trail
Drop to your knees
Humble to pray
But you can't put off your judgement day
Theres a knock at your door
Who could it be?
You've got a new friend
He'll set you free
Hes making a list
And checking it twice
No amount of money will stop his vice
With a wink of an eye
And the snap of his fingers
Now the smell of death is all that lingers
You scream
You shout
You beg
You plead
But hes got your soul
And thats all he needs