"If a search has been long and futile and brutal
And if you squint trying to recollect the bosom of your hoodrum love (hey baby)
You reach out and into the absence and gasping
The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace
Your face to its face
No end and neither beginning, you're spinning
Your breathless orbit in a dark and hateful star
An evil world
Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it?
Foolish, I know, but I'm about to die
About to die
About to die
About to die
Your life must surely be ending and trembling
You realize you never lived a day at all and it's all your fault
It all seems unspeakably vile and while
You wretch the memory of all you understood
The vandal laughs into his hood
Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to sieze the tablet of values and redact 'em?
Foolish, I know, but I'm about to die
About to die
About to die
About to die
Look there, the goblins dressed up like a wound
Mutants are vagrant and hateful
Look there, the mirror, a zombie stands staring
Vacant and glaring pronouncing your name
As you're saying*
'Bout to die
'Bout to die (about to die)
'Bout to die (about, about to die)
'Bout to die
Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to sieze the tablet of values and redact it?
Foolish, I know, but I'm about to die
About to die
About to die
About to die
"If a search has been long and futile and brutal And if you squint trying to recollect the bosom of your hoodrum love (hey baby) You reach out and into the absence and gasping The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace Your face to its face
No end and neither beginning, you're spinning Your breathless orbit in a dark and hateful star An evil world
Where would I ever be without you? How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it? Foolish, I know, but I'm about to die About to die About to die About to die
Your life must surely be ending and trembling You realize you never lived a day at all and it's all your fault It all seems unspeakably vile and while You wretch the memory of all you understood The vandal laughs into his hood
Where would I ever be without you? How could I hope to sieze the tablet of values and redact 'em? Foolish, I know, but I'm about to die About to die About to die About to die
Look there, the goblins dressed up like a wound Mutants are vagrant and hateful Look there, the mirror, a zombie stands staring Vacant and glaring pronouncing your name As you're saying*
'Bout to die 'Bout to die (about to die) 'Bout to die (about, about to die) 'Bout to die
Where would I ever be without you? How could I hope to sieze the tablet of values and redact it? Foolish, I know, but I'm about to die About to die About to die About to die
About to die (repeated)
You're already dead (repeated)
But you're about to die "