Scythe of Metal

Cold field

Moon stuck high

Boots in the dirt and the dead don’t lie

Rust on the blade

My name on the steel

Every cut carves out what you refused to feel

A reaper’s scythe

All metal and memory

Swinging through the names you swore you’d never be

If you’re gonna die

Then die in your own skin

Face me in the dark

Don’t you ever fade again

Hood pulled low

Breath like frost

You count what you kept

I count what you lost

You beg for a pause

I offer a mark

One thin line between your shadow and the dark

A reaper’s scythe

All metal and memory

Swinging through the names you swore you’d never be

If you’re gonna die

Then die in your own skin

Face me in the dark

Don’t you ever fade again

You built your throne on paper bones

I cut through crowns

Through hollow oaths

You want more time?

Then bleed that lie

I only swing when you decide

A reaper’s scythe

All metal and memory

Swinging through the masks you wore to feel free

If you’re gonna die

Then die in your own skin

Face me in the dark

(hey!)

I’m the edge that drags you in