The Reaper - Open Autopsy

Nickels cover your eyes to pay the undertaker’s toll of death
As your soul flows down the wretched stream you’ll drown without a single breathe
I’ve cut you open like a blossoming flower
Your heart is the seed in which your veins stem
Like roots your delicate hands grasp the earth
Your spine shivers; twisted like a willowing branch
This will be an autopsy of such beauty and grace
As I pluck the flower that lies in my hands
So easy your sins can be forgotten once the blood runs dry
But the pain still lies deep inside my sickened mind
As the scalpel slices through the flesh my heart begins to race
My senses heighten to the scent of fresh cut blood
Knee deep in crimson
Another scarlet whore bleeds down the drain again
YOUR SOUL IS F**KING MINE!
And when your soul is mine
You’ll never walk this earth
Gone forever
And as you rot
I’ll reap what you’ve sewn
I am the reaper
Knee deep in crimson another scarlet whore bleeds down the drain
Your just another blood soaked slut dragged straight to hell
And as you rot
I’ll reap what you’ve sewn
I am the reaper