There is a threat of death over my head
Death is slowly crawling towards me
Like a knife to my neck, I cannot breathe

Been awake for first time in years
But now it seems I'm forced to sleep
I'll survive, and that's why I might die
While I can tell nobody my grief...
Been awake to life and its gifts
All the paths and lakes that I have swam
Now I could be again at square one
Thought of your lips, it wasn't real
It's like my life passed through a lens - not me

I might lose hold of me again
Oh, the pain...
the pain that no one gets
Oh, the pain...
all the things I cannot say
all the twisted ways
that back and forth
I am forced to take

Death is coming slowly towards me
But I think I'll just shake and die
Die, die, die
whatever way you mean that

(The banality of evil
how inertia walks...)