Stay on the footpath, straight and narrow

Footsteps behind you, echo inside your head

Chilling your bones down to the marrow,

Steps getting louder, filling your heart with dread

When that bony hand taps you on the shoulder

No use to struggle, wriggle, or writhe

When the grim conductor punches your ticket,

There’s no escaping the man with the scythe

Whistling as you hurry past the graveyard

Fighting the urge to kneel down and pray

When the hollow eyed dealer deals out the last card

Nothing you can do to put off your final day

When the man in the white suit raises and calls you

When the last card in the deck has been played,

And you’re the poor sap stuck with the Joker

There’s no avoiding the man with the blade

And so the time passes

Like a river, it flows

When does it end?

Only he knows

And so the time passes

How quickly it goes

When does it end?

Where does it end?

How does it end?

Only he knows