Dumb Reaper - The Cumshots

You reap what you sow, believe me I know

I’m the sorriest peasant around,

the crops are expanding, ever demanding

As my seeds are spread to the ground

So what is the problem, complaining 'bout something

What others would kill to become

A promise of purity, honor and chastity

Disgraced so they mount up to none

Prepare myself when the onslaught comes

Shutting off what I never had

Am I bad

Prepare myself when the onslaught comes

Everything’s so much clearer

When the lights are bad

Supply and demand, an easy stand

When you’ve given up on everything

Clung to the numbness, expanding the numbers

Waiting for something to ring

Embracing denial, breathe air for a while

Nothing means everything now

Accepting the meangless course of our being here

Makes it easier somehow

Prepare myself when the onslaught comes

Shutting off what I never had

Am I bad

Prepare myself when the onslaught comes

Everything’s so much clearer

When the lights are bad