Reaper

You wanna, you wanna kill that fickle soul I hear ya, ya callin' for what ya really need A little, a tiny Touch of my soul, man, I feel ya crawlin' Reap what you sow as I wander closely Ya soul, I feel it, it's reachin' for a Ya eyes, I feel 'em, they seekin' for a Ya mind, a sin, it's lookin' for ya You wanna, you wanna kill that fickle soul You wanna, you wanna kill that fickle soul I hear ya, ya callin' for what ya really need A little, a tiny Touch of my soul, man, I feel ya crawlin' Reap what you sow, as I wander closely Ya mind, I hear it, it's yearnin' for Ya soul, I feel it, it's reachin' for a Ya eyes, I feel 'em, they seekin' for a You wanna, you wanna kill that fickle soul Shake 'em Shake 'em There is a type of kind I feel Fell on a parted line, distorted Future like mind You wanna live to see the day man decides he's distorted Feeble design, his soul divides Turning away from where he started We're shakin' To think, the fun The touch, the rush The jump, the stretch To reach the ram You feel tonight The touch, the rush The jump, the stretch To reach the ram