The Reaper’s Touch

Cold breath on my neck

Clock’s cracked on the wall

You said

“We’ve got time”

Then you started to stall

Hands shake on the wheel

White lines blur and bend

Every mile

Every mirror

Just another dead end

The Reaper’s touch

Is closer than it seems

Crawling up my spine

Dragging through my dreams

If every scar I hide

Is payment for my sins

Then let the Reaper’s touch

Tear through my skin (come and take it)

Black hood in the glass

It’s my face underneath

Can’t bargain with the blade

When it’s wired to your teeth

I tried to outrun fear

Burned rubber

Burned out

Now I’m staring at the sky

Hearing your name in the crowd

The Reaper’s touch

Is closer than it seems

Crawling up my spine

Dragging through my dreams

If every scar I hide

Is payment for my sins

Then let the Reaper’s touch

Tear through my skin (yeah)

I feel it

Finger on the thread

One pull

And I’m dead

So I scream

Till my lungs give up

“I’m not done yet

I’m not done yet” (hey!)

The Reaper’s touch

Is closer than it seems

Crawling up my spine

Dragging through my dreams

If every scar I hide

Is payment for my sins

Then let the Reaper’s touch

Tear through my skin

One last breath

One last crutch

I finally reach back

For the Reaper’s touch