(One eye sees the land of the living.
The other, the realm of the dead.
Betwixt and between, I've always seen
The dream that burns in my head)
I'll have you whether rich or poor.
In gold or oily rags bedecked,
I come to collect.
I scorn the idols you adore.
I know no cult or earthly sect.
I come to collect.
You can a king or beggar be,
In the end, you'll follow me.
I am the end for everyone.
I am your greatest fear, unchecked.
I come to collect.
I am the sign your time is done.
No matter how you might object,
I come to collect
I'll bring you into the unknown,
And I shall reap what you have sown.
You can a king or beggar be,
In the end, you'll follow me.
I'll bring you into the unknown,
And I shall reap what you have sown.
