Schäffer the Darklord, The Department Of Darkness, Francine, Mikal kHill - O Death lyrics

O Death
Won’t you spare me over for another year?

Long time coming, long time running
Fill my lungs with dust
 and zombies shuffle away from him
I guess have to face it, Death
Moves at his own pace, And
He’s in my every sniffle and
The aftertaste with chasers

I carry two erasers for those
That seek some placement
A merchant on the street with
Networks of some displaced vagrants
They greet me with such hatred
Their love borders on tasteless
A fiend pays you to kill them
With the smiles upon their faces

New age Rr robert, unlicensed practitioner
More off-tempo percussion than
Deep space listener
I have a lot to answer for
Locked behind a heavy door
But honestly these days I barely
Sleep upon this cold floor

I know what is in store for
One who samples his own wares
I see the demon faces in
The subways drawn in pairs
I’m seldom unawares but sliding
Towards the ledge
Won’t take many more steps to wind
Up slipping from the edge

O Death

Knock knock! I let myself in
It was not locked
You're looking well, well, you're not
Are you not shocked
That even with your top docs
And eleventh hour God talk
That I would not arrive in time? C'mon
Let's take a long walk

We got a lot to talk about, get up, chop chop
Said time's a-wasting, yeah the
Clock's a racing, Tick tock
We got a boat to catch at the River Styx dock
A funeral march mixed in with
A little hip hop

By now your life is flashing past you faster
Faster
Flipbook full of pictures of mistakes and
Questions which you never answered
You see the darkness which envelops
You grow near and deeper
Be the wind, sun and the rain, baby
Don't fear the reaper

Reflect upon regrets
I bet there's some you might've missed
I'm the ghost of Christmas future
With your final gift
So I will take your hand and
Listen to you screaming through it
Or I can just extend a finger
And let you lean into it

O Death

But I ain't ready yet - It doesn't matter
But I got time left - Look
The clock is shattered
There's still fuel in the tank
- Not on your life, Son
Not once I'm wielding my scythe
Like it’s a siphon

But can't I flee from thee? – Well
Many have made attempts
Why now? Why me? – C’mon
You know no one's exempt
Will it hurt? O merciful destroyer
Will I suffer? - Brother, please
Let's avoid the spoilers

Time is finite, a million gears have rusted
The hands are closing in and hold
The straw for pills you're crushing
It isn’t fair
Changed direction just to push through
Ran for many years only to
Wind-up back here with you

What does that mean? You cast
Seeds upon the stones
And dare to grimace now that they
Took root and what has grown, So
What about my plans? Oh, your legacy is ash
It’s time to see the truth
It’s always me behind the mask

O Death