DEATH

Midnight talks to my shadow, it's teaching me how to live
Clocks got crooked hands, they keep pointing at grief
I've been stitching my sins into verses, praying they breathe
Halo made of barbed wire, fate hanging by a sleeve

Now that death is calling me, I'm becoming a saint
Now that death is calling me, I'm becoming a saint
Now that death is calling me, I'm becoming a saint
Now that death is calling me, I'm becoming a saint

Or just another ghost with a name they can't paint
Pictures like silence sip, let the pain translate
If the end's a confession, I've been ready to wait
Coffin got a heartbeat
Every knock sounds like fate
Every knock sounds like fate
Every knock sounds like fate

Now that death is calling me, I'm becoming a saint
Now that death is calling me, I'm becoming a saint
Now that death is calling me, I'm becoming a saint
Now that death is calling me, I'm becoming a saint

I'm becoming a saint
I'm becoming a saint

Every knock sounds like fate
Every knock sounds like fate
Every knock sounds like fate