Death

(альбом: Carrier - 2013)

The sky is just about sand
Your silence seems to have crept
I know the hour's intense

Death, what could be worse
If I had something to complain about
If I took your place, would it hurt
Something to complain about

I never thought that I'll let
I mostly want what I get
It comes at night when it wants
You're better off in our bed

Death, what could be worse
If I had something to complain about
If I took your place, would it hurt
Something to complain about

Prefer the noise to the song
The words, they always seemed wrong
We're better off within here

Death, what could be worse
If I had something to complain about
If I took your place, would it hurt
Something to complain about

Death, what could be worse
If I had something to complain about
If I took your place, would it hurt
Something to complain about