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