Might be some kind of heart

Beating ever so fast

And the pulse is quickening

And the lights are dimming

And the blood is fading

Spin

Spin

Spin

Spun and weaved straight down

Cris Cross

Through the human body

And all the walls are coming down

And all the nerves are collapsing

Falling in on each other

Steadily

Steadily

Steadily

Walls come crumbling down

Nerves come crashing down

Heart stops beating

Blood starts fading

Colors wane

Pulse is dying

And soon

Soon

Soon

Human body comes crashing down

Nerves are falling

And body's crumbling

Pulse is dying

Blood runs cold

Another body

Pronounced 'Dead'