Are you the Reaper?
Cause you make music
Thatâs for the dead
Wrapped in a promise with a bow
They want it
It eats their heads
They say youâre evil
Youâre really evil
Youâve got no shame
But youâve a million headless viewers
Cold blood, bad taste, and fame
Youâre Evil Otto
And you took my game
Youâre Evil Otto
Now you want my name
And thereâs greatness in your vision
But thereâs darkness in your eyes
Do you ever think of consequences?
Well it is no surprise
Youâre Evil Otto
Now you want my name
Youâre Evil Otto
And you broke my game
And there you go, there you go
Taking everything I need
Youâre Evil Otto
And you took my game
Youâre Evil Otto
Now you want my name
Youâre Evil Otto
And you broke my game
Are you the Reaper?
Cause you make music
Thatâs for the dead