My Death Songtext
von The Classical

My Death
A diplomatic disaster
You just move this one thing
And boom, the lid′s off again
My Death
A diplomatic disaster
Take what you want from me
And look at me run

My Death
A diplomatic disaster
You let slip this one thing
And look at it go again
My Death
A diplomatic disaster
Take what you want from me
And look at me run

Look at me run
Boom and it's off


My Death
Who me? The worrier
It was a small thing
But everyone talks, you know
My Death
Who me? Deliverer
Take what you want from me
And look at me run

It follows a dull night, sleepless and bored
A bare-chested man goes by me as I′m walking down the road
Spits just as he passes me, such an evil sound
Maybe it was a courtesy. It's hard to let it go
The things that so offend me don't refer to me at all
Tiny sounds of menace like a bubble on the surface from a bottom-dwelling monster
Who has been and belched and gone
What was that thought that gave me such peace moments ago?
Death, death

My Death
A diplomatic disaster
Just give me my one thing
I promise, I′m gone again
My Death
A diplomatic disaster
Take what you want from me
And look at me run