Can you hear it?
The death bells call your name
Can you sear it?
The tempting flesh of that last vein

Can you feel it?
The way its taunting eyes mock
Can you heal it?
The pain you feel when your face gets hot

Can you see it?
The bruises that glow black and blue
Can you be it?
Everything that’s expected of you

Can you waste it?
The delicate soul you bear
Can you taste it?
The blood from the heart you tear

Can you slave it?
The beast that orders you
Can you save it?
The knife has gone through

Can you fake it?
The questions you have made
Can you take it?
The toiling eyes that fade

Can you fill it?
The parched doors to life
Can you kill it?
Shatter the steel of its knife

Can you rapture it?
Tear it from your scars
Can you capture it?
Keep it behind bars

Can you give it?
Provide everything in need
Can you live it?
Stand ground as you bleed

Can you make it?
Dig deep and break free
Can you forsake it?
Turn and tumble in debris

Can you hear it?
The death bells call your name
Can you sear it?
The tempting flesh of that last vein