Tell the Grim Reaper

Written by Seth Billyard.

Your heart is made of porcelain it’s shattered on the floor

You’d sweep it up but no one comes around here anymore

It doesn’t matter if the tax man takes it all away

Cause you already lost everything that cannot be replaced

You sit there in your castle made of sacrificial lambs

Everyone you ever loved and every dream you had

Your office has a killer view of sun and sand and waves

But that old grandfather clock is counting down your final days

I’m not ready to go

Fight tooth and nail to survive

You can go ahead and take my soul it doesn’t matter

But tell the grim reaper that it’s not my time

Your time is made of money but you keep it in the bank

Stand up to make your speech but there’s nobody left to thank

You dropped ’em in a ditch you crawled out of a gutter yourself

If they wanna make excuses they can say you put ’em through hell

In the quiet of the evening you walk up a flight of stairs

And when you slip and start to fall you know nobody cares

They’ll find you when the bills come due and no one’s gonna cry

They’ll liquify your fortune and forget you over time

I’m not ready to go

Fight tooth and nail to survive

You can go ahead and take my soul it doesn’t matter

But tell the grim reaper that it’s not my time

I’m not ready to go

Fight tooth and nail to survive

You can go ahead and take my soul it doesn’t matter

But give me just a minute to apologize