The Reaper

Blessed father time to go
I cannot stand up here so long
White linen absorbs the blood
It was heaven a long time ago
I used to sleep in clouds of dreams
But tonight it's too cold
I've realized that God sent me
A good reason to let it flow
To the floor..

I will lie at the floor again
The place where I belong, I belong
I'll cut off your dick and your legs
Just to you know
Please keep your hands off my hands
And please don’t...
Now put on your fucking dirty clothes
And let it flow
To the floor...

Not now it’s not over
Not now she gets colder

The twinge
Between my ribs
The rip
Between my legs
Shoot me mother lover
Love me God fucker
I wanna look at your face
Before I let it flow
To the floor

Not now it’s not over
Not now she gets colder

Life Faker Jesus Savior
Dirty Hands Blessed Father

Her blue eyes are so pretty to me
And she smells like her mother’s milk
Her blue skin is getting cold too cold
And her scream really fucked with my soul

And from her scream begins the silence