Dear Death, when you come for me,
come for me in disguise.
It won't take an elaborate costume,
to deceive my weary eyes.
Talk to me in a whisper,
to calm my panicked soul.
Cradle me in your arms,
as you fulfil your deathly role.
Descend us into the gates of hell,
placid and peaceful so my mind can't tell.
And when we meet Lucifer say to him this,
this is Lee he did some good but mainly took the piss.