The reaper is my passion, my obsession, my game
But even as I write this now, I know you won't understand
what I say
Let me explain to you then, explain my way of thinking
I am not a fool that will through away the day
I am too greedy to let my life slip away
I do not enjoy the sting of the razors bite
I am weak, I cannot take the sight
The darkness is my comfort, my cover, my protector
But even as I write this now, I know you won't understand
what I say
Let me explain to you then, explain my way of thinking
I do not hide myself away from the day
I am too filled with joy to stay away
I do not enjoy the sting of the night's cold bite
I am week, I don't like that it takes my sight
The reaper is my passion, my obsession, my game
The darkness is my comfort, my cover, my protector
But even as I write this down, I know you don't understand
what I'm saying
So how do I explain to you then, explain my way of thinking?