Lyrics:

You let a lung bleed out
Blow out your nose
You looked across the park and into the city
To calvary row

Well you lay naked
You rose up to write
Who would have thought you were the poet of some junky congregation
Down on the flip side

Alone in the darkness you were warm
Alone in the womb, then you were born
A child prodigy obsessed with death
Now mutterings underneath your breath

Come and take me on high!
For today's a good day to die
Come and take me on high!
For today's
A good day
To die

You were connected
To the users from afar
Your father died of cancer 15 years ago
At the time you didn't care at all
He coined your catchphrase
'Rise up and write.'
Who would have thought you were the poet of some junky congregation
Down on the flip side

Alone in the darkness you were warm
Alone in the womb, then you were born
A child prodigy obsessed with death
Now mutterings underneath your breath

Lord, come and take me on high!
For today's a good day to die
Come and take me on high!
For today's
A good day
To die
Today's
A good day
To die