Letras
No rest for the dead
Hell won't let me leave
Voices in my head, just pain on repeat
I'm labeled a bad man, call me the Reap
They call me the Reap, they call me the Reap
I murdered the sandman, never met sleep
I know that my soul damned, still know that I need
Your hand in my cold hand, it is empty
I knock on your door
Trick or treat
Sharpen my blade with the hate that they pay me
Don't phase me the way that they treat me
The case be cold for centuries
No one wanna crack open my coffin
My heart I bury deep in my ribcage be caught in a deadly toxin
My rage is intoxicating
Funny how often I used to look in the mirror
And see it clearly
A warning sign"Caution"
Mr. Yuck sticker tattooed to my skull
Fuck it, hop into my boat
I'm the ferryman 'cross the river Styx
Since they hate my guts
Might as well get used to enduring stones and sticks that break my bones
Does it annoy me? Nah, it tickles me pink
Bleeding makes me alive again
Guess feeling pain is my kink