Neither The Day, Nor The Hour

Stray bullets and razor blades

Touch on your skin and the light will fade

Beads of sweat, no empty threat

Keep your money 'cause you can't win this bet

Cold hands, clasping mine

A whisper in my ear, it's a matter of time

I see it in reflections, I feel it in my fear

I see it in my breath as the cold grows near

The sun begins to set, the day's end grows nigh

A burning conclusion from the falling sky

Cold hands, clasping mine

A whisper in my ear, it's a matter of time

You can beg, you can plead

The rotting of a flower from the planting of a seed

Gold doesn't shine, silver won't talk

I hear his footsteps from behind me

He walks

The Reaper's calling

And he don't cower

Widow maker, life taker

The mist that hangs in the air

A candle's flame flickers

Burning in the eye of a vacant stare

Cold hands, clasping mine

A whisper in my ear, it's a matter of time

You can beg, you can plead

The rotting of a flower from the planting of a seed

Gold doesn't shine, silver won't talk

I hear his footsteps from behind me

He walks

The Reaper's calling

And he don't cower