Spiritual

The Reaper 
They like to say 
You’re on your way 
To come and take us 
To our grave 
But let me get just one thing straight 
Not me 
You really have no power here 
You’re transportation 
Nothing more 
You rule with power from the weak 
And scared, and worried 
But not me 
I do not fear the grip of death 
For I know he’s truly powerless 
 
They say he takes you in the night 
Underneath his cloak 
Or impaled on his scythe 
But look at me 
I’m standing here 
Facing death 
Staring at him 
Make your move death 
Do it, I know you won’t 
The only places that you rule 
Are war, plague, and weakness 
 
The people say I can’t defeat death 
But Reaper, oh 
I say no more 
Except for this 
I do not fear you 
Leave 
Open the door and flee 
For I have power over thee 
I’m full of happiness, of glee 
The people who say you haven’t tasted 
Defeat 
They never tried 
Never thought 
Never knew 
That they had power over you