Even in your eyes, the malignancy took a bite. It's eaten all your dreams, and has you walking toward the light.
Now your pretty painted smile is the only thing deceivin'. Your pain has burrowed to the bone, still there's nobody you'll believe in.
So when they slam the lid at your tolling knell, it is as simple as ringing a bell.
To the novice unbeliever I am the reaper of souls, and you are the one for whom the knell tolls.
Forever I have waited for you to turn blue, now I have your permanent seal. Just for the record, which lie did you buy to make you believe that He wasn't real?