Numb Reaper

You reap what you sow, believe me I knowI'm the sorriest peasant around,the crops are expanding, ever demandingAs my seeds are spread to the groundSo what is the problem, complaining 'bout somethingWhat others would kill to becomeA promise of purity, honor and chastityDisgraced so they mount up to nonePrepare myself when the onslaught comesShutting off what I never hadAm I badPrepare myself when the onslaught comesEverything's so much clearerWhen the lights are badSupply and demand, an easy standWhen you've given up on everythingClung to the numbness, expanding the numbersWaiting for something to ringEmbracing denial, breathe air for a whileNothing means everything nowAccepting the meangless course of our being hereMakes it easier somehowPrepare myself when the onslaught comesShutting off what I never hadAm I badPrepare myself when the onslaught comesEverything's so much clearerWhen the lights are bad