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Reaper, Take Me Away
I found some peace tonight
I swallowed all my pain
Accused of telling the truth
Sifting through the smoke and lies
I found my way out free
Sitting in this dark cold room
On old wore down wood
Ticking my fingernails through the grooves
I wait.
For it to come back and consume me
I know I can't hide that long,
As I hear the wings whisper across the windows.
I know the reaper is close.
I can just see out in the clear night sky.
The Willow tree is even weeping for me in the breeze.
Shouldn't I be scared, shaken?
No, I am just too ready for this.
I can't possibly be in the wrong,
I was the one who got my innocents stripped from me.
I feel dirty, disgusting and used.
I damn near scoured my skin off, especially between my legs.
This is what I get for telling the truth,
Liar is branded on my forehead.
Trying to scream but that dirty hand covers my mouth.
Hopeless has to be the worse feeling.
I sink down even more, fading away.
All my stress just melts off my body
And I become comfortably numb
Waiting for the reaper,
to wrap me up in the black silk blanket.
Take me away... Take me far from here..
I swallowed all my pain
Accused of telling the truth
Sifting through the smoke and lies
I found my way out free
Sitting in this dark cold room
On old wore down wood
Ticking my fingernails through the grooves
I wait.
For it to come back and consume me
I know I can't hide that long,
As I hear the wings whisper across the windows.
I know the reaper is close.
I can just see out in the clear night sky.
The Willow tree is even weeping for me in the breeze.
Shouldn't I be scared, shaken?
No, I am just too ready for this.
I can't possibly be in the wrong,
I was the one who got my innocents stripped from me.
I feel dirty, disgusting and used.
I damn near scoured my skin off, especially between my legs.
This is what I get for telling the truth,
Liar is branded on my forehead.
Trying to scream but that dirty hand covers my mouth.
Hopeless has to be the worse feeling.
I sink down even more, fading away.
All my stress just melts off my body
And I become comfortably numb
Waiting for the reaper,
to wrap me up in the black silk blanket.
Take me away... Take me far from here..
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