Black Spot

Oh no, I'm dying wrong

I can read it in the words

And the thing is I knew it before

I re-opened my eyes

And if I didn't know to be afraid

The 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 lying 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 it comes to claim

That if it comes to claim

I won't run

I won't run

I won't run

I won't run