it's midnight
there's a knock at the door
as always
there's no warning at all

i'm not answering it
i know who it is

he's been here before
then the bright light brought me out of it
he's back
more persistent than ever

another knock
harder
much louder

im not gonna answer
leave me alone
it's not yet my time to go home

wheres the light that saved me
the first time round

i'm waiting
no light

its time to give in
it's time for him
to process all my worldly sins

the man upstairs
has punched my ticket
theres no recourse

i caught a break first time round
this time it's over
i have been found

the man at the door
without voice or face
is here to give the world more space

he's here to collect my soul
the reaper himself ..
who prays on the weak..the sickly the old....