Face of d**h looks you right in the eye
And you can't stand the sight of him
You try not to look
But you feel a cold stare
And now you know why his name is Grim
You turn and run as fast as you can
You will be caught why put up a fight
Your number is chosen it's your turn to die
Feeble pleas in the still of the night
Pressure building
Thoughts of k**ing
Finding something
To push you over the edge
While you're sleeping
Evil creeping
Now you're weeping
Head's in a vice
First you're mad, then you're glad
Think you're bad
Because you ended a life
Nervous twitching
Feel an itching to pick up
The sledge hammer
Face of d**h looks you right in the eye
And you can't stand the sight of him
You try not to look
But you feel a cold stare
And now you know why his name is Grim
You turn and run as fast as you can
You will be caught why put up a fight
Your number is chosen it's your turn to die
Feeble pleas in the still of the night