when death sits on your shoulder
infecting your hart-, hart
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when u want your self back
where do u go
who do u turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know u just wait
but i'm not sure if u are playing tricks on me
can u end my sorrow
of is it u who causes my agony
will u be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.
infecting your hart-, hart
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when u want your self back
where do u go
who do u turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know u just wait
but i'm not sure if u are playing tricks on me
can u end my sorrow
of is it u who causes my agony
will u be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.
