I can feel The Reaper on my heels, he's closing in and I can't breathe.
I can feel his whispers down my neck.
I'm getting sick of feeling sick.
Black eyes, no time.
My only fear is Death himself,
As time slips away so does my health.
My only fear is Death himself.
Time ticks, I'm losing sleep,
My mind is busy and my body is weak.
Am I wasting my time on this pointless life?
I can't breathe, The Reaper's on my heels.
Death's chasing me.
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