with air turning crisp
leaves crunching beneath our feet
all is dying around us
regardless of it's beauty

as death snaps twigs
all slows to a stop
and just as night falls
his hand is on your shoulder

now, you don't fret
you've been expecting him
see, you've made a deal
and you hold up your end

with goosebumps on your skin
you turn yourself in
and as death leads you away
you maintain a sinister grin

because little does death know
you planned this all along
with guns blazing in the sky
you know you've always wanted to die.