The buzzing all around my head
All I see is black and red
In the shape of an hourglass figure
This isn't what I had prefigured

Oh, heres the hissing again
I look to my left and say goodbye friend
As he's ripped, limb from limb
The sounds of his death play a screaming hymn

Its the next day, and its my turn to go
I have seen so many peoples blood flow
Just imagine, I could not be suffering
And I wouldn't hear the buzzing