Black Spot

Oh no I'm dying wrong

I can read it in the whites

And the thing is I knew it before

I reopened my eyes

And if I didn't know to be afraid

Their faces make me sure that I do now

As I sit and wait

As I sit and wait

Oh no I'm dying wrong

But I'm still laying here alive

With a black spot on my arm

And so calm I look inside

And I see the things I always knew

But wasn't sure until now

That if he comes to claim

That if he comes to claim

I won't run

I won't run

I won't run

I won't run