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