Lyrics

Though they plead and they cry, no man's ever survived. A visit by me means you've run out of time; that's because I'm good at what I do. I'm the end of the line, the caboose of your life, the cold hand, the hour glass and the last grain of sand in your eyes. ~Tell your momma you love her, make up with your brother. But don't waste your time tryin' to hide under covers, it's no use - I'll always find you. ~Well, forget what you've read, there's no bargaining. Everyone's on the list and you ain't exempt; there's the light - you know what to do.