Seasons Of The Scythe Songtext

The reaper mourns the loss of me,
inside my head becomes diseased,
Inside my head my thoughts drop dead,
I feel the wrath of death instead.

I hate the way I feel inside,
I fear this hate I bring to life,
My mind explodes, from wondering why,
My only way out, is to die,
I feel this hate philosophy;
inside the screams cease to be,
You kill me once, you kill me twice,
these are the seasons of the scythe.

I fear this hate philosophy,
in time I'll cease to be,
You kill me once. You kill me again
These seasons haunt you until the end