I hold a terror close to me,
A day my life in wait;
Which rushes up to meet me here,
Where I patiently wait.
It speaks to me of ruin,
Of blood that won\'t abide.
A curse too ugly to dispel,
A hex too large to hide;
A day when I will join the throng
Of drowning in the west.
Don\'t swim too close to the doomed,
Might have to share your vest.
Too in love with platitudes,
As empty as they are;
Doesn\'t matter what we trade,
Who suffers, near or far.
Have to keep up this charade,
Keep dancing on the dead.
Have to praise the god of slaves,
Lest he turn \'round instead.
I just can\'t walk the way you can,
Been paying my whole life.
I pray for kin the harvest yields,
And god blesses the knife.