Текст песни Murderer - Delineate

Murderer

A man in his bed
So unwelcomed in his own skin
Waiting for the day he’d die
A figure without a face walked through the door
He said, «Visitor, is it safe to assume
That I’m as nameless as you are?»
Death took his cold grey hands
And made a home on the buttons on his shirt
Death had marked my chest and I greeted him
I fixed him a bed and sang him to sleep
If he promised to take me away
He opened his eyes and said in harmony
«Do as I say, and you’ll rid of your hurt.»
But, I’m forced to ask
For my family and friends
If I take it myself, am I murderer?
Bllow my name one last time
A man in his bd
So unwelcomed in his own skin
Waiting for the day he’d die
But death said «no.»
He told him that his grip
Wasn’t meant for him yet
He filled his head with ways to keep him out
Death had marked my chest and I greeted him
I fixed him a bed and sang him to sleep
If he promised to take me away
He opened his eyes and said in harmony
«Do as I say, and you’ll rid of your hurt.»
But, I’m forced to ask
For my family and friends
If I take it myself, am I murderer?
Not today, I won’t be a murderer