death is a six letter word

In the harsh morning sun
The blinds of my eyes
Let light leak and signal for me to be waking
And the hammer of my head
Rings out it’s destruction
With a sign that reads: «This young man is rapidly aging»
And the clock upon my wall
Is an hour slow
But what difference does it make when all I do with my time is waste it?
And I sent my baby home
Never to return
I hope she knows one day I did it to try to protect her
Cuz the summer came on with no warning
And the scene was altered like pulling a weapon
Death is a six letter word, the first letter is silent
And where I’m at is starting to get pretty quiet
And the afternoon drags on
Like a traitor tied to a horse
But what I fear most is the oncoming evening
Cuz I wake up with the dawn and work til I can’t no more
And with nightfall
I have to face my own reflection
And I say:
«who is this man? what has he done?
And what’s the point of trying to avoid the poison?»
I want to forget it all
Sweet oblivion
Take me like you did last night and will do the next one
Cuz the summer came on with no warning
And the scene was altered like pulling a weapon
Death is a six letter word, the first letter is silent
And where I’m at is starting to get pretty quiet
Cuz the summer came on with no warning
And the scene was altered like pulling a weapon
Death is a six letter word, the first letter is silent
And where I’m at is starting to get pretty quiet
Where I’m at is starting to get pretty quiet
Where I’m at is starting to get pretty