Oh reaper, my soul is yours to take. I pray I die before I wake
I don't deserve this life I've been given
I'm on my knees begging for forgiveness
I've dug myself a hole that's six feet deep
The stone on my head, it reads rest in peace
We're all spades digging a mass grave
I've grown accustomed to the dark in this tomb
I'm finding peace with my doom
I'm starting to wish I never came out the womb
I wrote a letter full of f*ck you's and final goodbyes
And prayed to God I'd get my wish: an early demise
The diamonds in my eyes blocked the gold in my heart
And this club isn't enough to split the Earth
A king in his throne until I finally fell
But my ace in the hole will pull me out of this hell
And I'll make this grave my home
I'll tie this rope around my neck and kick the chair
I'm hanging, feet dangling
I'm living with the roaches and rats, I love the filth as a matter of fact
I have witnessed too many good souls crushed by the weight of deceit
I hope I never see the light with my eyes
Life's a game, I'm a winner, and death is my prize
And I've made this grave my home
I'm at the end of my rope, soon I'll be hanging from it