The Death We Owe

I've cut the wings deep to the bone I see the hourglass below
I hear them coming down the road
The cover of midnight has me cold
The cloaked stranger waits for no one
Pleas are just wasted words
Shadows dance to the symphony
Of the souls beneath the earth

Harmed by desire
Warned each time to
Stray from the cold
Plagued by the time you
Still see slipping into nothing
Second chances are false hope
Before the hangman's rope
A sight you'll never want to know
The face of the death we owe
No one is ever exempt
From the death we owe
No one is ever exempt
From the death we owe

Here second chances are false hope
See the silhouette of the hangman's rope
It's a place that you'll never want to know
Everyone has to face the death we owe

Harmed by desire
Warned each time to
Stray from the cold
Plagued by the time you
Still see slipping into nothing
Just one death we owe
From which no one's exempt
And when that force takes hold
At last you'll be on your own