listen to my voice,

you wake to my growl,

you have no choice,
as i stand there, wearing a scoul,
with my gun at your head,
as you lay frozen in bed.

this is for the things you`ve said,
the laws you break,
and the choises you make,
for your veiw is unjust,
it is money you lust,

I AM THE REAPER.

my country must be freed,
polititions must acknoledge their greed,
i choose you to send the note,
the one i just wrote,
across your wifes throat.

I AM THE REAPER

no more sitting in your suit,
no more counting your lute,
moneys not my keeper,
i do not live for my self,
in search of money and wealth.

I AM THE REAPER.

im here for your sins,
im here for the poor,
its for the ones you ignore,
that i broke down your door.

i will take your life,
and that of your wife,
yours is a gun,
hers, a knife,
as your eyes cry,
acknoledging your greed,
i will make sure,
that you never breed,
it is too late for you now,
as i put a hole through your brow

with a smile on my face
i walk out of number 10 place
i am the reaper
money`s not my keeper

whats the point in wishing
its like standing on the beach
with no bait
fishing

whats the point of dreaming
when you always end up
back where you started
in your bed
screaming

whats the point in hope
like a one way wish
alusive like
the metaphorical fish
will it happen?
nope

whats the point in life
with no purpose
no wishes
no dreams
no hope
no luck
and no wife


so why do we keep going
and keep our heads high
when the truth
we are knowing
are lies

must be missplaced trust
it will happen
it must

im sure that im lost,
but im here to be found,
only slightly out of view,
underneath the dusty ground.

im sure that im lost,
for i cant see your face,
the face of an angel,
the beauty i remember.

i see it in the fire,
amongst the white hot ember.
why did i lose you,
like a leg,
i personly dismember.

why do i leave the things,
i hold so dear to me,
maybe for at the time,
its not so clear to see.


i walk away from love,
i walk away from you.
then i am abandoned,
in the cold fresh morning dew,

standing here alone,
roll up in my hand
a life time on my own,
in this cruel unpleasent land

one day you will find me,
for i`ll be lying without grace,
in this once enchanting meadow,
that was our favirote place.

if i was a potato
id be the coolest spud
there ever was
i`d hang out in the cuboard
underneath your leaky sink
and in the dark
i`d plan my world domination

people never suspect
the potato could be evil
but that will be their undoing
when i enslave the humans
then i`ll make YOU sit and wait
so YOU can contemplate
just how you treated me
left in the dark unable to see
why did you think we grew extra eyes?
its not so we`d make tastyer pies
its so we can plan your enslavement
in the dank and lonely potato basement

well soon will be our turn
to boil mash and burn
because when i turn potato
i`ll be evil from the get go
and you humans will be in trouble
now let me burst your happy little bubble
because today is the day of the potato

yeah, if i was a potato
i`d be sinister and dangerous
and my poems would be better
than a silly threatening letter
but i promise you this
the life of a spud is bliss
and i dont miss being human

so watch out
my reign will begin soon
yes, im a fukin loon
but im hideing under your sink
so before you go to bed tonight
just think
becauase im going to sneak into your bedroom
and through the gloom
youll see me apear with a knife
yep, ima take your life
and turn you into chips
for me and my potato friends to eat with dips

and we`ll sit in your homes
use your mobile phones
we`ll feed your cats to your dogs
and watch your tv`s and drive your cars
use your computer to get days out at expensive potato spars
yeah we will live like kings
kings of our new potato run world
cos this is the time of the potato
its time for humans to go

Always love this one.

Nice to see you back shitbrick.