Reaper

Day by day, I watch you arrogant assholes walk around on clouds
Oblivious, he is counting your time
Patiently waiting for fresh meat

Haunted by the memory of the day I met the Reaper
His cold eyes still watching over me so silently
Since that day of agony, paralyzed
Staring at the reality ahead of me
I had a better chance of dying than I did living
A young soul bracing for his near ending
A feeling I can never forget but hold on to so dearly
Limb by limb, my body shutting down
Inch by inch I was closer in the ground
I have faced the grave
Fighting death with an iron fist
Spitting in the face of fear and mortality
I live in my own hell, walking with the reaper, laughing at the devil

Fighting death with an iron fist
Spitting in the face of fear and mortality
I have faced the grave
I have faced the Reaper and he knows my name

I live in my own hell, Laughing at the devil