Death is a mystery to us all.
We don't know when the grim reaper will show up or how we plan to go. 
Murder, suicide, disease, sickness.
It's like a dice being rolled by the devil himself.
The lucky ones will die feeling no pain.
Others will have their death placed in their own hands or by others.
So as we sit and wait watching people around drop like flies.
Hoping we aren't next.
The clock chimes in our ears the sound of our deaths coming closer
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Who will be next?