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.