(Spoken) Death does not bargain. Death doesn't care. Death has a job to do., no ifs ands or buts. Death is inevitable. Death has dominion. (Verse) He creeps out of the shadows. He creeps out from the floor. His hood dark than dark. His pale bone body glows in the night. His blade stays over his head and glints in the limited light. He floats to the bed next to me and gently caresses my roommate's head. He whispers assurances that his pain is over. Then he floats away, his job done, and he silently disappears into the dark. (Chorus) Death doesn't bargain. Death doesn't care. He has a job to do, no ifs ands or buts. Death is inevitable. Death has dominion.
