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