Reaper
just slightly deeper, so you hear the reaper
humming down your neck, there’s a price you pay
when you wanna live and you haven’t paid yet
you cut all day, but the pain just stays
now why do you think that is?
do you think it’s ‘cause you stray
away from all your veins, well that isn’t the same,
you’ll just be under more strain it’s insane
indefinitely, fidelities will occur
your simplistic life will become a blur
and it’s your fault, don’t suffer in thought
you took every step you needed to be here
press down harder, if this is real,
press down harder until you can’t feel
press harder until you can barely see
the reaper you play with in your sleep,
will step out your dreams and become reality
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