Be the Reaper

I feel bad for your kids
Still they're much too young to notice
Live your life under names
That remove you from your person
Keeping busy, goals for every day
I get drunk from the illusion
We choose to use our bodies this way

Teaching desires
Learning the shame
Trading our tokens
Laying the blame

I want to be the reaper
Touch your clothes and watch them crumble
I like to be the creeper
Peeking into you
Watching what you do

Ah, do you feel the same?

Grasping at shadows
There but it's empty
Like painting on sparkles
Shining in vain

I want to
I want to
I want to
I, I

I think it slipped right past me once
Past me twice
If I try hard enough
I might open my eyes

I want to be the reaper
Touch your clothes and watch them crumble
I like to be the creeper
Peeking into you
Watching what you do