In the shadow of the Norwood Reaper's scythe,
Baldness reigns, a relentless plight.
Follicles wither, strands fall like rain,
Metallic shears, the symphony of pain.
(Chorus)
Norwood Reaper, relentless shearer,
Harvesting locks, a scalp's dark era.
Baldness creeping, a nocturnal terror,
In the mirror's gaze, the reflection's error.
Verse 2:
In the mirror's abyss, a barren wasteland,
Once a mane's glory, now desolation's hand.
Black Dahlia blooms in the garden of despair,
Norwood Reaper's laughter fills the air.
(Chorus)
Norwood Reaper, relentless shearer,
Harvesting locks, a scalp's dark era.
Baldness creeping, a nocturnal terror,
In the mirror's gaze, the reflection's error.
Bridge:
Guitar solo shreds through follicular echoes,
Bald heads bang in the hairless meadows.
No mercy, no respite, the Reaper's dance,
A symphony of silence, a scalp's last chance.
(Chorus)
Norwood Reaper, relentless shearer,
Harvesting locks, a scalp's dark era.
Baldness creeping, a nocturnal terror,
In the mirror's gaze, the reflection's error.
Outro:
As the echoes of shears fade into the night,
Bald warriors rise, embracing the fight.
In the kingdom of chrome, they stand tall,
Defying the Reaper, resisting the fall.
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