About
Thee is as if I had been drawn
, and on the death list would be.
It keeps me off of some sin.
As I slowly scavenging alive.
And anxious often are my steps,
my heart has a sick beat
and weaker it gets every day.
A Angel of Death is in the middle of my room.
But I dance to the shortness of breath.
Soon I will be in the grave
and no one will snuggle up to me.
Oh, I want to kiss her to death.
Thee is as if I had been drawn
, and on the death list would be.
It keeps me off of some sin.
As I slowly scavenging alive.
And anxious often are my steps,
my heart has a sick beat
and weaker it gets every day.
A Angel of Death is in the middle of my room.
But I dance to the shortness of breath.
Soon I will be in the grave
and no one will snuggle up to me.
Oh, I want to kiss her to death.