Pretty Grim

Well here we go again, R.I.P. to another friend Wrap them up, throw them out and send the next one in I didn't ask for this man, you put me here You made me kill anything that comes near

So rest in peace to my company I'm the reaper, you see there's no hiding from me So rest in pieces, your heart beat ceases But that's what you get for being friends with me

Life is pretty grim when you're on your own Can't feel, can't touch, can't hold anyone Cause my hand is the hand of death Please to meet you I think you're next

Now I'm dead Underground listening Haunting your head with sounds You can't get out I am the voice of death There's no time left

I've walked with the devil, I spoke with god They don't care if you're miserable I've walked with the devil, I spoke with god They don't even know who you are

So rest in peace to my company I'm the reaper, you see there's no hiding from me So rest in pieces, your heart beat ceases But that's what you get for being friends with me

Now I'm dead Underground listening Haunting your head with sounds You can't get out I am the voice of death There's no time left Now I'm dead Underground listening Haunting your head with sounds You can't get out I am the voice of death There's no time left

They don't care if you're miserable Cause I am the voice of death If you can hear me I think you're next