The only thing I taste is the salt from my tears
The only thing I smell is the rust in your blood
The only thing I seem to hear is when you screamed to run
Then the scream, high pitched and agonized
I can't stop seeing how it is you died
Oh, he's coming. It's time to run
Why is it that he seems to find this fun?
I see him, he sees me. He's laughing at my fright
I close my eyes and wait to approach the endless night
He stops in front of me, holds up the gun
POP. BANG BANG. Oh, I guess he's done.
But so am I, I'm sad to say
Soon I'll begin rotting away
Bye bye world, you can find me here
Sitting in hell, in my eternal fear
