The reaper is among us
It is watching us survive
It brings the reaper joy to know
That we are still alive
The reaper must be happy
Because it knows that we are not
Living in a place like this
Where 'happy' has no spot
The reaper sits there waiting
To give the kiss of death
To make us reach the moment
Of taking our last breath
The reaper is a murderer
The reaper kills our joy
The reaper plays with lives
As if they are a toy
Who could be the reaper?
I'll tell you if I must;
The reaper is society
A society made of us.
