I've been thinking That this is not your place Every weekend I see your face My mind is wasted I'm in such a rush My brain is vacant I am out of touch I'll see it through I'll be the death of you There's an angel on my shoulder Who wants you gone too I can see the end It's closer now my friend You'll be gone I feel stupid I feel kind of dumb Never lucid As the rule of thumb My mind treads lightly On your wretched ribs Ever so slightly This is where it ends I'll see it through I'll be the death of you There's an angel on my shoulder Who wants you gone too I can see the end It's closer now my friend You'll be gone