Verse I:
I am Death. I am the end.
I'm the Grim Reaper. Time to pay for your sins.

I only tell the truth. I tell no lies.
This is no guise.
You think you're hard?

I'll cut you down to size.
Just look into my eyes.
I'm dressed in all black, and I'm wielding a scythe.


Body and soul shall be torn asunder.
With the flash of lightning and the clap of thunder.

Don't blame me. Blame yourself or God.
For the mess you find yourself in now.
Don't know when, or where, or how.

It's gonna end, but you're waitin' now.
But the only thing to fear is fear HIMSELF.


Chorus:
One, two, I'm comin' for you.
Three, four, Better lock your door.

Five, six, grab a crucifix.
Seven, eight, it's much too late.
Nine, ten, never sleep again.

Eleven, twelve, you can't save yourself.
You $#&@ed up bad; now you're burning in hell.


One, two, nothing you can do.
Three, four, you're done for sure.
Five, six, you make me sick.

Seven, eight, this is your fate.
Nine, ten, this is the end.
Eleven, twelve, by my blade you fell.

You $#&@ed up bad; now you're burning in hell.

Verse II:

I'm the culmination of all that is wrong with the world.
The creation of those who lie, cheat, and steal.
Act like it's not a big deal.

You're the only one who matters.
Don't give a $#&@ how your actions make other people feel.
I'm your creation; I'm your baby.

You made me the way I am today.

Begging me for forgiveness.

Let me ask you this.
Can you turn back time?
Can you bring the dead back to life?

I didn't $#&@ing think so!
You did anything just to stay on top
Never thought you'd be caught.

You used everyone that you ever met.
Why are you screaming? I haven't even cut you yet.


Chorus:
One, two, I'm comin' for you.
Three, four, Better lock your door.

Five, six, grab a crucifix.
Seven, eight, it's much too late.
Nine, ten, never sleep again.

Eleven, twelve, you can't save yourself.
You $#&@ed up bad; now you're burning in hell.


One, two, nothing you can do.
Three, four, you're done for sure.
Five, six, you make me sick.

Seven, eight, this was your fate.
Nine, ten, this is the end.
Eleven, twelve, by my blade you fell.

You $#&@ed up bad; now you're burning in hell.