About To Die

If a search has been long and futile and brutal

And if you squint trying to recollect the bosom of your grown love

You reach out and into the absence and gasping

The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace

Your face to its face

No end and neither beginning you're spinning

You're breathless orbiting a dark and hateful star an evil world

Where would I ever be without you?

How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it?

Foolish, I know but I'm about to die

about to die

about to die

about to die

about to die

Your life must surely be ending and trembling

You realize you never lived a day at all (wait) and it's all your fault (wow)

It all seems unspeakably vile and while you wretch the memory of all you understood

The vandal laughs into his hood (ha ha ha)

Where would I ever be without you?

How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact 'em?

Foolish, I know but I'm about to die

about to die

about to die

about to die

Look there the goblin's dressed up like a wound

Mutants all vagrant and hateful

Look there the mirror lies distant staring vacant and glaring pronouncing your name

'bout to die

'bout to die

about to die

about to die

about to die

Where would I ever be without you?

How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it?

Foolish, I know but I'm about to die

about to die

about to die

about to die

You're already dead

You're already dead

but you're about to die