Brutal Existence
Phil Cope
The night is long my heart beats slow
The daunting faces dare not show
This darkened life that I must lead
But no one thinks I can succeed
A ghostly feeling takes control
Is it the reaper on patrol?
This smothered feeling numb inside
That feasts upon respect and pride
I see no way to fight no more
Along life's brutal corridor
A ghostly feeling takes control
Is it the reaper on patrol?
This tortured bleeding soul of mine
That cuts along the veins of time
The silence is broken by a deadly cry
My blood runs cold, why must I die?
There's no more time, not long to go
The reaper hunts me high and low
With no escape, nowhere to hide
Shake hands with the devil it's my time to ride
A ghostly feeling takes control
Is it the reaper on patrol?