Grim Harvest Ends

Rust on the scythe edge

Black cloak torn at the hem

He limps through a dead field

Counting every name again

Cold breath

Cracked mask

Sand bleeding from the seams

Even monsters punch the clock

And crack beneath the weight of screams

This is the death of a reaper

Watch the shadow fall apart

Who buries the one

Who’s been digging up our hearts?

This is the death of a reaper

Spitting dust instead of flame

When the taker is taken

Tell me who will speak his name? (hey!)

Bones in his pockets

Debts carved into his palm

He drops them in the river

They sink

The water stays calm

He stares at the sunrise

Like he’s seeing it first time

Ash in his throat

He’s choking

On everyone else’s last lines

This is the death of a reaper

Watch the shadow fall apart

Who buries the one

Who’s been digging up our hearts?

This is the death of a reaper

Spitting dust instead of flame

When the taker is taken

Tell me who will speak his name? (woah)

He kneels in the grave he never dug

For himself

For himself (oh yeah)

Crowns of thorns on a crooked skull

Just a worker

Nothing else

This is the death of a reaper

No more tally

No more chart

Who buries the one

Who’s been ripping worlds apart?

This is the death of a reaper

Let him sink beneath the rain

If the end can finally end

Maybe we can live again