Death be not proud but damned if it ain't smug
First it's lurking on the outskirts then it's pulling out the rug
Ever-looming, always laughing, like your grave's already dug
Only so much breath in your chest 'til it's sucked out of your lungs
Damocles dagger is so daunting as it dangles
As the tether turns taught try not to tremble at the ankles
While your head is screaming "roll up those sleeves and get a handle
Or your sole remnants will be but a portrait on the mantle"
Well I've heard a million times I'll be reaping what i sew
But its hard for a sitting duck to get itself in a row
Force myself to gnash my teeth, clench my fist and lay a blow
Better get ready to murder or you'll be left eating crow
Well
The mortal coil keeps me yearning
While the midnight oil's burning and burning
The mortal coil keeps me yearning
While the midnight oil's burning and burning
We're all carrying crosses but if you want that weight lessened
There's rumour that the path we walk has always been predestined
Now it takes a lot of faith to think that idea needs investin'
Some folks think they got answers to the most ultimate question
What a comfort it must be to think it's all predetermined
It's the most unholy notion from the most ungodly sermon
Try to tell this to yourself, and you'll never get a word in
Cuz if your rhyme's got no reason, that's a fatalistic burden
And as this petty pace keeps creeping
What makes every step a worthwhile endeavour
Is knowing that old heart of yours won't tick forever
Whoa no
One, two, three, four
The mortal coil keeps me yearning
While the midnight oil's burning and burning
The mortal coil keeps me yearning
While the midnight oil's burning and burning
The mortal coil keeps me yearning
While the midnight oil's burning and burning
The mortal coil keeps me yearning
While the midnight oil's burning and burning
Burning and burning
Burning and burning
Burning and burning
Burning and burning