Watch

Watch as the rigors of the dying start to quake And the trigger pulled to start the ghastly stage When the courtship dance of Death extends his hand to for you to take Son, make sure you let the age subside to age Watch as the eyeballs roll and peer inside the skull Where the portal to the other world awaits You can see the Reaper beckoning, dead reckoning the null ‘Cause the null and voided souls changed not their fates Watch as denial swells to anger then accept That all the miles you have walked flashed passed your eyes Then up crept the sadness in your sockets as you wept For you accept that everything that breathes then dies Watch as your coffin burns, cremation churns the no-returns The going-under solemn plunder thunder of the deep Son, take the hand of Death and bow down to the hand that burns Accept it son, accept the rigors, pull the trigger, let him reap All he asks is simple son, he just wants you to Watch.