In the harsh morning sun

The blinds of my eyes

Let light leak and signal for me to be waking

And the hammer of my head

Rings out it's destruction

With a sign that reads: "This young man is rapidly aging"

And the clock upon my wall

Is an hour slow

But what difference does it make when all I do with my time is waste it?

And I sent my baby home

Never to return

I hope she knows one day I did it to try to protect her

'Cause the summer came on with no warning

And the scene was altered like pulling a weapon

Death is a six letter word, the first letter is silent

And where I'm at is starting to get pretty quiet

And the afternoon drags on

Like a traitor tied to a horse

But what I fear most is the oncoming evening

'Cause I wake up with the dawn and work 'til I can't no more

And with nightfall

I have to face my own reflection

And I say:

"Who is this man? what has he done?

And what's the point of trying to avoid the poison?"

I want to forget it all

Sweet oblivion

Take me like you did last night and will do the next one

'Cause the summer came on with no warning

And the scene was altered like pulling a weapon

Death is a six letter word, the first letter is silent

And where I'm at is starting to get pretty quiet

'Cause the summer came on with no warning

And the scene was altered like pulling a weapon

Death is a six letter word, the first letter is silent

And where I'm at is starting to get pretty quiet

Where I'm at is starting to get pretty quiet

Where I'm at is starting to get pretty