Reaper

"Reaper" You're goddam right I fear the reaper Every time I hear the closing chords I'm not afraid to die But living doesn't make much sense at all I'm losing it It's miserable When your name reads like an epitaph And every ounce of strength is used to wave your friends goodbye I sat and prayed for a changing tide Every night Let the city sleep soundly Every door remain closed We will move with the oceans 'till we're inches from home And from the shores of our town We will pity the old For out freedom once priceless Is now paid for in gold For every thought rejected Every moment that's spent Putting bars on our boxes A mercenaries lament We can do better