Slicing the air with my machine,
Forgetting despair, death is serene.
The evening's usual killing is happening again.
I'm out of touch with feeling and yearning for the end!
Alone on the road,
I can feel it inside.
Reaper's coming for me,
No reason to hide!
Now thrashing pistons fire together.
My machine has the power to end life forever.
As the Reaper's grasp takes over my wheel,
She steers me towards the desires I feel!
Alone on the road,
I can feel it inside.
Reaper's coming for me,
No reason to hide!
My spirit is sliding through time and space,
I'm loving the magic that's taking place!
Biting and gripping, becoming the beast!
Swerving and dipping, my soul is released!
Oh, alone on the road,
I can feel it inside.
Reaper's coming for me!
NO REASON TO HIDE !!
SCA April, 1987