I can sense the reaper coming
I've seen what's happening all around me, our livelihoods crumbling, the hospitals crowding, and debt climbing to the sky.

I can hear the reaper coming
I watched as fascists screamed on camera to roaring applause that it's the immigrants fault, cause they're taking your jobs.

I can feel the reaper coming
I saw flashing lights on a screen that symbolized a number of deaths so large that it starts to lose meaning, so we focus instead on Luigi.

I can smell the reaper coming
I looked past my phone when I caught a whiff of desire for something more, but the view outside was disturbing, so I'd rather be alone.

I can taste the reaper coming
I was eyeing up this platter when the bittersweet taste of pleasure was swept away by the overwhelming panic I feel while in public.

I've been so distracted through the years that the glaze over my eyes might be permentantly there, but I hate being so blind as much as I hate asking you if...
Is the reaper here?