• Humantics
    By N.A. Triantaffelow

    Oh, dear-oh-dear; oh, my-oh-my.
    These days are dark, the end is nigh!
    You'll call me blue
    And this is true,
    But oh, dear-oh-dear; oh, my-oh-my.

    So these days are dark, my eyes don't see.
    Burning worlds won't set us free!
    You'll tell me cold
    And of this was told,
    That these days are dark, my eyes don't see.

    And 'round the corner, he's coming close.
    Dressed in stark white bones, this man-morose!
    You'll say its fine
    This friend of mine,
    But 'round the corner, this man-morose.

    And oh, dear-oh-dear; oh, my-oh-my.
    These days are dark, the end is nigh!
    You'll call me blind
    A truth in kind,
    And perhaps that's why...

    I won't see Death coming 'round the corner.