Clarification on reality is such a joke
No one has the right to tell you you're broke
But, truth be told, you're a withering bloke
Who's counting down the days until you croak

You can't help but track the time
Listening carefully for every ring and chime
The path to heaven is quite a steep climb
Therefore, you're careful not to commit a crime

One, two, three, four
Death is knocking at your door
Five, six, seven, eight
Drawing closer to hell's gate

He breathes frost across your skin
While giving you an eerie grin
Everyday he counts your sins
And keeps track of where you've been

Life is a maddening adventure of deceit
A wavering story that you fear to complete
Yet the temptation of existence is much too sweet
So, naturally, you strive to grasp the treat

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
In your grave death does delve
Now he's counting all the teens
While whispering what he's already seen

You're shivering now, but it's okay
Because the sky can only stay so gray
So, when off the path you begin to stray
Death will help you, and into the ground you'll lay

He'll smile kindly and sing you a song
Yet he won't expect you to sing along
Because he knows that you've been staying strong
While struggling through this life of right and wrong