The Specter - The Blow

I saw you sitting in a hot tub with what might have been

And the ever sexy someday.

The foxy promises in their eyes

You’re cheating on your wife, right now

With a hot present that will never arrive

And then we see the the specter of death yawn

He’s too bored by us to take us with him to the beyond

He dresses as he does in black and rags to avoid being sighted

He is off to saunter through eternity and we are not invited, yet

I caught you holding hour own mind at gunpoint

Trying to come away with something brilliant

But a mind will learn what it lives

If it’s only known torture that is all it can give

Then we see the specter of death yawn

He’s too bored by us to take us with him to the beyond

Every day I wake up one less day I wake up

My love is a dark place, frequented most frequently by my fantasies

Inverted positions without your permissions

I bring you here into my mind to do the things I’ll never try

Then we see the specter of death yawn