[ Featuring the Gang ]
Stray bullets and razors blades
As they touch your skin the light will fade
Beads of sweat this is no empty threat
Keep your money you can't win this bet
As cold hands clasp mine
A gentle whisper that it's a matter of time
I see it in reflections
I feel it in my fear
I see it in my breath as the cold grows near
As my sun begins to set the days end grows nigh
A burning conclusion from the falling sky
You can beg and you can plead
The rotting of a flower starts from the planting of a seed
Gold doesn't shine and silver doesn't talk
I hear his footsteps because behind me he walks
The reaper is calling
And he won't cower
Widow maker, life taker
The mist that hangs in the air
A candles flame flickers
Burning in the eye of a vacant stare
The reaper is calling and he won't cower"
