Standards - Obits

You know what matters

What good to include

You claim standards

But I know the truth

You’ve painted on the scraps

By taking what was mine

I just see a ghost

When I look into your eyes

You say that everything can change

Well tell me can you speak my name

Cuz death is knocking at my door

Yeah death is knocking at my door

He’s knocking

I’ve got powders

You’ve got regret

I can’t know what you know

But I can guess the rest

You’ve got your tactics

Used 'em from the start

You can take my voice

But never have my heart

You say that everything’s the same

You do it yeah, you do it in his name

Cuz death is knocking at your door

Yeah death is knocking at your door

He’s knocking