My words are printed all over you
Wrapped up, engraved in
Smallest courier new possible

For each ache a letter appears
In smallest courier new possible

I touched my ink
Transformed into poison
A liquid whom kills a man

I try to be silent;
Thee makes me talk
Another sentence in smallest
Courier new possible

Your death is now only
A question of time
A sufficient promise

When the last grain of sand
Passed the hour glass
You'll pass with it too

With only another sentence
Engraved In smallest
Courier new possible