About to Die

If a search has been long and futile and brutal And if you squint trying to recollect The bosom of your grown love You reach out and into the absence and gasping The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace Your face to its face No end and neither beginning, you're spinning You're breathless o'er, but in a dark and hateful star An evil world Where would I ever be without you? How could I hope to seize the tablet Of values and redact it? Foolish, I know but I'm about to die About to die About to die About to die Your life must surely be ending and trembling You realize you never lived a day at all (wait) And it's all your fault (wow) It all seems unspeakably vile and while You wretch the memory of all you understood The vandal laughs into his hood (ha ha ha) Where would I ever be without you? How could I hope to seize the tablet Of values and redact 'em? Foolish, I know but I'm about to die About to die About to die About to die Look there, the goblin's dressed up like a wound Mutants all vagrant and hateful Look there, the mirror lies distant staring Vacant and glaring, pronouncing your name, as he said ('Bout to die) ('Bout to die) About to die About, about to die ('Bout to die) Where would I ever be without you? How could I hope to seize the tablet Of values and redact it? Foolish, I know but I'm about to die About to die About to die About to die About to die ('bout to die, 'bout to die) About to die ('bout to die) About, about, about (about to die) You're already dead You're already dead You're already dead But you're about to die