Thirteen is the number of the reaper and every living sleeper knows someday they'll get the call. Thirteen is an end and a beginning. No one’s losing, no one’s winning, it's the destiny of all.
Thirteen is the candle’s final flicker. It's a comfort and a joy to think someday we'll be no more. Thirteen is a shifting and a changing, it's a constant rearranging. It's the closing of a door.
Just the same at midnight when the jagged shadows fall, you find the fear has gripped you in the darkness of the hall.
Thirteen is the fire and water mingling. It's an apprehensive tingling. It's the whiteness of a bone. Thirteen is an echo in the alley. It's the wailing of a banshee. It's waking up alone.
Thirteen’s a reminder that all who live must die. To say that that's an evil thing is just a bunch of lies.
Thirteen is the number of the reaper and every living sleeper knows someday they'll get the call. Thirteen is an end and a beginning. No one’s losing, no one’s winning, it's the destiny of all.
But walking in the darkness, hear the sirens passing by. You get to howling at the moon and feel you never want to die.