Do you ever think to yourself
Today's the day I'm taken me out

A premonition some may say
Where death takes your hand and skips away

From a let loose clue to an urgent need
To watch your back, to pay it heed

Where you feel you're in the firing line
Crossed haired in deaths deadly sight

What little hair that you have left
Stands up straight on the back of your neck

So that it will come as no surprise
You're at the end of your demise

Which is why I ask of you
Could this be the day all this comes true...