Black Spot

Oh no, I'm dying wrong I can read it in the words And the thing is I knew it before I re-opened my eyes And if I didn't know to be afraid The faces make me sure that I do now As I sit and wait As I sit and wait Oh no, I'm dying wrong But I'm still lying here alive With a black spot on my arm And so calm, I look inside And I see the things I always knew But wasn't sure until now That if it comes to claim That if it comes to claim I won't run I won't run I won't run I won't run