set a watch on your heart my friend,
it’s a darker death that now roams
disguised as the war-demon hate
cutting us in two with bladed tongue
and salting the world with our blood

set a watch on your heart my dear,
that black voice sounds like mine,
that black voice sounds like yours,
and there is sweet poison to its song
like antifreeze hidden in the fresh milk

light a fire on your rooftop my love
and i will run to your enshadowed side;
we can die together in the cooling eve
and watch the sun set one last time
before plague sweeps through this town.