| Well here we go again, R.I.P. |
| to another friend
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| Wrap them up, throw them out and send the next one in
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| I didn’t ask for this man, you put me here
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| You made me kill anything that comes near
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| So rest in peace to my company
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| I’m the reaper, you see there’s no hiding from me
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| So rest in pieces, your heart beat ceases
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| But that’s what you get for being friends with me
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| Life is pretty grim when you’re on your own
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| Can’t feel, can’t touch, can’t hold anyone
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| Cause my hand is the hand of death
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| Please to meet you I think you’re next
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| Now I’m dead
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| Underground listening
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| Haunting your head with sounds
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| You can’t get out
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| I am the voice of death
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| There’s no time left
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| I’ve walked with the devil, I spoke with god
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| They don’t care if you’re miserable
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| I’ve walked with the devil, I spoke with god
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| They don’t even know who you are
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| So rest in peace to my company
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| I’m the reaper, you see there’s no hiding from me
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| So rest in pieces, your heart beat ceases
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| But that’s what you get for being friends with me
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| Now I’m dead
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| Underground listening
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| Haunting your head with sounds
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| You can’t get out
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| I am the voice of death
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| There’s no time left
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| Now I’m dead
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| Underground listening
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| Haunting your head with sounds
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| You can’t get out
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| I am the voice of death
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| There’s no time left
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| They dont care if you’re miserable
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| 'Cause I am the voice of death
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| If you can hear me I think you’re next |