Death is an amerous being
Whose arms only want to hold you
The sky in Ohio is gray
Deny
Refute his claim
His conquering of your flesh
His irascible nature incurable
That your not ready to join him
In whatever darkness is his aim
His joy
His lonely and greedy demands
His need for fossils
Keep your light
Give your life
When the time is right
The sky in Ohio is gray

You have a chance
Take it and run
Away from his hateful clutch