Bury me with 666 thousand scythes
One for every life I've reaped in my time
Bathe me in 10 thousand gallons of blood
It won't wash away my sins
But I know what I've done
God will surrender to me
And I too will be reaped
Then the process repeats
Misplace your faith and baby
I'll kill you
I'm the ripped chord in your parachute
I was born of weeping and the gnashing of teeth
There's no getting away from me
Bury me with 666 thousand scythes
One for every life I've reaped in my time
Bathe me in 10 thousand gallons of blood
It won't wash away my sins
But I know what I've done
God will surrender to me
Then I too will be reaped
And the process repeats
God will surrender to me
Then I too will be reaped
And the process repeats