I feel the tapping
The gentle rapping
On my back
As if death
Is still there

I know his sickle
Is about to tickle
The back of my head
As if death
Is still there

I begin to decend
wishing to ascend
but it only goes down
as if hell
Is still there

I feel the fire
while on a wire
wishing for water
but knowing satan
Is still there

as I grow near
I begin to fear
and wonder if
the big man
Is still there

I think I se...