Death stands on my doorstep
but hes afraid to knock
He sees just what
I have endured
as I contest his spot
I test his spine, as he has mine
time and time again
he knows I do not wait in line
because hes become my friend
I have kept his company
which he did not expect
seems as if my disrespect
has gained respect of him
I've learned his secret long ago
and threw it to the wind
the good die young
the bad die old
indifference to sin.