Death

Under the wire in time for departure

Endless days that are making it harder

Repetitious lines keep calling me on

But it’s nothing less than death, death, death

At 8 am

Nothing less than death, death, death

At 8 am

Crying for food, for rest, for a pay raise

I’m under this face, I’m a person too, can’t you see me?

Oh sure, some of it’s great every now and then

But most of it’s just death, death, death

At 8 am

Nothing less than death, death, death

At 8 am

Change in my pocket whenever I needed

Songs in my head all day and no way to bleed them

The hours are crooked and it’s nothing less, nothing less than you’d expect from

Death, death, death

At 8 am

Nothing less than death, death, death

At 8 am