The grim reaper's using me as a puppet,
I'm an unwilling merchant of death,
I really don't mean to kill you,
Didn't mean to steal your last breath.
I didn't want to do this,
But I didn't have a choice, did I?
Cos if I refused, he'd kill me,
And move onto the next unfortunate girl or guy.
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Lines ever more unclear, Not sure I'm even here...
It sits in the corner of the damp and shadowed room, It basks in the glory of the darkness and the gloom, It sits and it stares and it waits and it breaths, Just In and out And in And Out The it, its...
Something wicked this way comes, Emancipation imminent, the Devil whispering deceitful vice Uttering blasphemy, hot as ice Can you hear him. Does he Talk to you in the night.
Watch for her. The one with the eyes. As she draws you in. With those midnight sighs. Watch for her. When you're there she'll moan. Think you know her. You won't be alone. Watch for her.
I'm not here to impress I am only here to express. If this causes you distress. I do not mean to depress. Emotions i long possess.
She told him she wasn't real,. In the sense she was unable to feel,. She was the devil, a soulless soul keeper,. A heartless life reaper,. But he did not run, not yell,.
I am the Keeper. I am the Reaper. I am the collector of mortal souls. There is no Heaven, nor Hell... ...just a space on my shelf, for the pride of my collection.
River of blood Of bodies, you flood You catch my soul Ride to hell I'll pay the toll But of me, you'll sell Mr.
The lights shine bright in heaven, The coals burn hot in hell, My cloak, it is of nettles, And that is just as well.
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