my life was over in an instant
the stain of pain still radiates
in the tormented distance
the fat lady waits

it'll be over whenever she sings
i hear the humming crescendo
i could have done so many things
this is the end though

every second of every minute
every minute of every hour
death bed, i am in it
these thoughts will devour

my death was written in non-existence
the stain of pain still radiates
while i wallow in the missed tense
the fat lady waits