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