lyrics
I heard your heart beating,
Over your breath,
That's way too loud,
But, I'm not so proud,
That I'll avoid admitting,
"I, too, am fearing death."
Let our hearts pound,
There's no deafening the sound,
Of fearing what's around.
The smell of fear,
Brings a tear,
When God fears man,
More than man fears God,
It's hard to understand,
Why She spares the rod.
We should be scared to death,
Of what we've left,
We should be scared out of our wits,
If only we had more than tiny, little bits.