You Drop These bodies With no mercy, no grace and ya think they are beautiful when they end up dead
You believe in what you see That their lives were miserable You think that is your call to make Even it makes you a REAPER
They should die with their best looking,you say Things will get better in their afterlife They will write songs for my gracious intention And I shall rise,you say
FEEL MY PAIN!
You take them in their sleeps Its your mercy,your grace What remains there,are not corpse Extremely beautiful death