THE PHANTOM

take my hand i'll walk you to your grave keep your heart rate slow, help is on it's way the phantom comes like a chore and brings his glutton smug the priceless face of death raises a foolish smile i live for death everyday that i'm with you please officer, don't die now i've never been dead before, i've always been this dead i'd rather fast or starve, i've always been this dead i never felt alive until you died.