Woke up with this nagging sense That something was wrong Something quite immense Anguished I lay staring for some time With a lingering fear in mind All hope ends here After what felt like hours of angst Like within a cold grip, sweaty sheets turned dank Compelled I got up to locate its source To uncover this threatening force With clammy hands, I put on my shirt As a gnarly voice, beckoned me Urgent but carefully I drew towards the call Slowly I could discern it All hope ends here Your world and all you hold dear There is a wrong stroke on that picture There is a crack upon the wall It's all bound to soon unravel The whole house about to fall Death upon the threshold Gently calling through the hall Our names they are all listed This is final curtain call All hope ends here Midnight draws near The minute hand circles the clock A hangman's axe propelled towards the block Listening intently all soon made sense The words gave new meaning As my vision changed Of course, the world doomed under this joke of fiends And their tangled myriad schemes So, with eager hands, I put on my shirt As the gnarly voice beckoned me To reach out for the hand and turn the clock Fulfill that secret yearning. Tick tock All hope ends here Midnight draws near The minute hand circles the clock A hangman's axe propelled towards the block All hope ends here Midnight draws near There is a wrong stroke on that picture There is a crack upon the wall It's all bound to soon unravel The whole house about to fall