Reaper - Gnarwolves
You're goddam right I fear the reaper
Every time I hear the closing chords
I'm not afraid to die
Living just 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
As our freedom once priceless
Is now paid for in gold
For every thought rejected
Every moment that's spent
Building bars on our boxes
A mercenary's lament
For every thought rejected
Every moment that's spent
Building bars on our boxes
A mercenary's lament
We can
We can
We can
We can
We can do better
We can
We can
We can do better
