Welcome to my nightmares call, Welcome to my nightmares call,
You steady your head and ill take
Control, you make me a god under your mind,
Make me a profit of d**hs design
You k** me once you k** me twice,
My hand controls the swinging life
You k** me once you k** me twice
These are the seasons of the scythe.
The reaper mourns the loss of me,
Inside my head becomes diseased,
Inside my head my thoughts drop dead,
I feel the wrath of d**h 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 k** me once, you k** me twice,
These are the seasons of the scythe.
I fear this hate philosophy,
In time I'll cease to be,
You k** me once. You k** me again
These seasons haunt you until the end.