the sour song show 52 halloween

It’s Death again – He’s always there – Watching,

waiting – e’er the stare!

Every time I look behind Or reach to pull the window blind,

I catch a glimpse of grubby hood – A little clue to where he stood;

The glint of light that caught the scythe. Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…

But O! no use, he’ll never go.

The adamant phantom; don’t you know He will but wait until it’s time

For me to hear His fateful chime? – The toll that claims my destiny,

To Hail: ‘You’re next, it has to be…’