Nothing we haven't seen many times before
How you forge stuffs, bending them all to your twisted will
A kind Nurse that you are; I shall mistake you for
Always checking on earth that's being terminally ill

How many times have you come visiting
To the bereaved, you are bad omen and not a hero
Costume embroidered with pocket clocks and ticking
Well, nobody's counting till life fades to zero

Lure me not to sleep with your sad lullaby
Nor accost me in the shape of an unusual passer-by
For there are a million ways to die and bid goodbye