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The Reaper
- (Verse 1)
- They call me Grim Reaper, I'm the snatcher of souls,
- Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,
- I got to line these bitches up, Put 'em in some tidy rows,
- In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.
- I got my scythe sharpened now, Soon you will be asking how,
- Your spouse just up and disappeared, Without a single sound.
- That's the work of the Reaper, Doing contracts for the Preacher,
- Taking souls to heaven or to hell, I'm the gate keeper.
- So grab my hand lost soul, And I'll take you down the road,
- Have you been good, or were you bad? Only I will know.
- So, looking here I've noticed that you've been pretty bad,
- Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your Dad,
- It says he's in the hospital, about to kick the bucket,
- I guess you stopped caring, turned away and said 'Fuck it'
- Normally I wouldn't take you from your cozy little home,
- But Lucifer's the one that wanted you, he threw the dog a bone,
- Don't even try to cry your way out of this, you're almost home,
- Hell is quite a nice place, or that's simply what I'm told.
- If you keep struggling, I might start juggling with your life,
- Don't think that I've forgotten what you do with a knife,
- On the weekends you get lonely, so you out for the night,
- Walking up on helpless couples, say 'YOUR MONEY OR YOUR LIFE',
- (Chorus)
- It's the rise of the Reaper, collecting lost souls,
- All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,
- The right hand of God, the left of the Devil,
- Been through every war zone, and collected every medal,
- Do you want to see Heaven, or will you live in Hell?
- Were you naughty or were you nice? Only time will tell.
- It's the rise of the Reaper, The one that always knows.
- All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,
- (Verse 2)
- The people that you mug, you know they're fresh out of cash,
- You know this night on earth will be their very last,
- You don't do it for the money, you do it 'cause it's funny,
- Well I'm not a mortal man, so how you feeling buddy?
- I think the Devil will be pleased to have you in a cage,
- You can scream and you can cry, just release all that rage,
- Your family will be happy to know that you are gone,
- If you want, I can make them see all that you did wrong.
- They might even be surprised, that you've taken all those lives,
- Once they accidentally find your collection of knives,
- Sharpened up and kept clean, Those motherfuckers seem to gleam,
- Crystal clear like your mind, once you rip apart their spleen.
- I hate to tell you now, but now we'll start our journey down,
- Brace yourself for the ride, and make sure you don't drown,
- A lot of humans get a little nervous when they see the steps,
- The last 3 I took to hell, they slipped and fell into the depths,
- (Chorus)
- It's the rise of the Reaper, collecting lost souls,
- All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,
- The right hand of God, the left of the Devil,
- Been through every war zone, and collected every medal,
- Do you want to see Heaven, or will you live in Hell?
- Were you naughty or were you nice? Only time will tell.
- It's the rise of the Reaper, The one that always knows.
- All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,
- (Verse 3)
- It's usually lots of fun to see their souls plunge into the dark,
- Hounds of hell gettin' hungry, you wanna hear 'em bark?
- They smell you coming down, Oh, look, you can see the flames,
- Over there are the torture chambers, floors filled with brains,
- You'll be locked from head to toe, unbreakable chains,
- No sound will escape your throat, no not even rage,
- It's too late to want to flip a leaf, turn a new page,
- Just accept your fate, let the darkness lay it's eggs,
- Inside your head until you can't take no more, insane for days!
- You slaughtered the lamb of god, for your work you get no raise!
- You thought yourself the puppeteer, making all these plays!
- But it's time you faced reality, it's time you snap out of that daze.
- I'm sorry to leave you here, in the pits of hell all alone,
- But I'm sure Lucifer will look for you, once he knows you're home,
- Lost soul, here I leave you, Now I'm going on my own,
- I got some sinners to collect, their fates are carved in stone.
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