Spare me the doubt

Spare me the misery

Death's great black hand

Shall grace me eventually

The only difference is

That I have to live with it

Spare me the doubt

Spare me the misery

Death's great black hand

Shall grace me eventually

The only difference is

That I have to live with it

Doom me with feeling

Curse me with thought

If there is a God

He knows not what he wrought

Spare me the doubt

Spare me the misery

Death's great black hand

Shall grace me eventually

I don't want a heaven

Or eternal bliss

I've briefly tasted existence

And I'm already sick of it