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[Verse 1]
Clock out early, chain stays hung
Black boots kicked by the porch
I filed the scythe beside the coat
And left the ledger at the door
Takin' off my cloak
And hangin' up my reaper stick
The night can wait
I need a break from all this sick
[Pre-Chorus]
My hands shake less in the sun
My bones don't crave the cold
If the world can spin a week
I can let the graveyard hold
[Chorus]
Reaper on vacation
(Reaper on vacation)
Time to rest my bones
Death waits on no one
Except when I'm gone
Except when I'm gone
Reaper on vacation
(Reaper on vacation)
I don't answer the bell
Death waits on no one
Except when I'm gone
Except when I'm gone
[Verse 2]
I left the crows with no report
I left the gate unchained
No names in ink, no midnight knocks
No more mercy to explain
This job's just making me sick
Too many tears on my sleeve
Even doom needs a little air
Even endings need to leave
[Pre-Chorus]
My shadow's stretched out flat
My spine is learning slack
If the veil can hold its breath
I can take my hour back
[Chorus]
Reaper on vacation
(Reaper on vacation)
Time to rest my bones
Death waits on no one
Except when I'm gone
Except when I'm gone
Reaper on vacation
(Reaper on vacation)
I don't answer the bell
Death waits on no one
Except when I'm gone
Except when I'm gone
[Bridge]
Let the candles burn themselves down
Let the moonlight miss my face
I traded doom for a cheaper room
And a little borrowed grace
When the black work calls again
I'll rise from the shore
But tonight I'm just a ghost in boots
Not your omen anymore
[Final Chorus]
Reaper on vacation
(Reaper on vacation)
Time to rest my bones
Death waits on no one
Except when I'm gone
Except when I'm gone
Reaper on vacation
(Reaper on vacation)
Back when the crows all call
Death waits on no one
Except when I'm gone
Except when I'm gone
Details
GeneratedJul 29, 2026
Duration4:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
Goth rock with a driving mid-tempo pulse, tom-heavy drums and reverb-soaked baritone guitar; verse rides a dry, stalking groove, pre-chorus opens with rising cymbals and a cold synth drone, chorus hits wider with stacked gang vocals and a snare slam. Baritone lead gets doubled in octaves, with sinister echo throws on the hook words, a reversed swell into each chorus, and church-bell chimes flashing between lines. Dark, roomy, and punchy with a haunted club mix., rock
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LunarOutput334ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
goth rock Reaper on vacation.
Takin' off my cloak and hangin' my up my reaper stick
Time to rest my bones this job's just making me sick
Death waits on no one so they say
Except when he's on vay-cay
