I sit and wait
d**h is at my door
I look through my blinds
Like metal bars
Look at the angels in the sky
They're there to take you home
When you die
Look at the angels in the sky
They're there to take you home
When you die
Am I wrong?
Am I wrong?
Am I really wrong?
sh**, I'm desperate for you
Like conception
I'm anxiously awaiting fate
The color's gray, the end
The fear that pa**ed away
Has risen from the dead
Is this the end?