The sirens fill my head
With promises I've already heard
Backtracked by a lesson not learned
Hindsight is a terrible thing
It makes me realise what the past was to bring
Mistakes that were so avoidable
Plagues every thought that enters my mind
This has been born from torture
And is forged with the darkest intent
You can't try to salvage this
When there's nothing fucking left
It's not the first time this has been left behind
Just let it die
Just let it die
Just let it die
Just let it die!
You're chasing something
That you will never find
I just hope we both make it out alive
I'd rather the reaper ran blades through my flesh
Than sit back, and indulge in this mess
Cold hearted sentiments and forked tongues
Leave me mentally vexed
A black vision of the future
Just know I'd rather the reaper instead
I'd rather the fucking reaper
Than one more second of this hell
This story's over
There's nothing left to tell
I'd rather the reaper ran blades through my flesh
Than sit back, and indulge in this mess
Cold hearted sentiments and forked tongues
Leave me mentally vexed
A black vision of the future
Just know I'd rather the reaper instead
Can't you see the signs of struggle
Why bother pushing against the grain
Can't you see the signs of struggle
I await the reaper
To call my name!
At a loss for words The sirens fill my head With promises I've already heard Backtracked by a lesson not learned Hindsight is a terrible thing It makes me realise what the past was to bring Mistakes that were so avoidable Plagues every thought that enters my mind This has been born from torture And is forged with the darkest intent You can't try to salvage this When there's nothing fucking left It's not the first time this has been left behind Just let it die Just let it die Just let it die Just let it die! You're chasing something That you will never find I just hope we both make it out alive I'd rather the reaper ran blades through my flesh Than sit back, and indulge in this mess Cold hearted sentiments and forked tongues Leave me mentally vexed A black vision of the future Just know I'd rather the reaper instead I'd rather the fucking reaper Than one more second of this hell This story's over There's nothing left to tell I'd rather the reaper ran blades through my flesh Than sit back, and indulge in this mess Cold hearted sentiments and forked tongues Leave me mentally vexed A black vision of the future Just know I'd rather the reaper instead Can't you see the signs of struggle Why bother pushing against the grain Can't you see the signs of struggle I await the reaper To call my name! Explain Request ×
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