Evil Otto

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