The Reaper

Life gets freakier Death gets easier I have to go I still don't know You reap what you sow The grip won't let go We came to sow the reaper Long black robe and a skeleton face Picture perfect time to sleep Never wake from this eternal slumber Nothing more for me to see My eyes close, shut Death comes, quick I may be a skeleton and at least I'm skinny again. Here I lie soiled within and my brain needs oxygen. His majesty has greeted me Here I am suffering It's time to sleep. Free roam dying My freedom is slipping The grip keeps tightening Here I am hiding Lying in waiting His majesty's grip is tight as sh!t Clutching pearls between his fingers Her majesty takes a moment to slip Her grip so tight it's tight as sh!t Trouble came to find me I'm waving back and smiling