Samson

I walk into the room, knife in my chest

Slowly bleeding to death

I sit on the bed, light a cigarette

As time slowly comes to an end

The second hand is closing

Time's coming to an end

Calling my name

I take off my shoes, wipe off a little mud

As my palate fills with blood

I feel a little hazy and my heart's running slow

Guess it's time to look back before I go

The second hand is closing

Time's coming to an end

Calling my name

Samson, you're next in line

Samson, it's your time to die

Final thoughts should always look back fulfilled

Reflections on lessons learned

But Samson's mind was a hollow void

As he let his final matchstick burn

His head hit the floor in a border of red

As he and the finish line met

In his final seconds, Samson drew a blank

A life played out to forget

The second hand is closing

Time's coming to an end

Calling my name

Samson, you're next in line

Samson, it's your time to die

The second hand is closing

Time's coming to an end

Calling my name

Samson, you're next in line

Samson, it's your time to die