Reaper

A gentle burn From the worst kind of words Is sinking in Though it hurts Lifts a curse From the first lie That the reaper let in Stitch peels back Fabric tacks Cold and naked With a smirk on his face Chin relaxed Shoulders bowed Eyes pried open By the molten disgrace Now what kind of false inventions to mistake? Why does all the patent fuss merit a blame? Now you're gonna point your finger to escape? Who is gonna sacrifice their body to the flame? The truth inflation will Follow the glitter pill Inside your bitter brain Now your bloody teeth are grinding in your sleep Sweat is running out of exits to secrete Your eyes are red with murderous defeat Bottle up the beast What kind of meat Does your leech Wish to feast on Or is it not just me? Your steel-toe cleats Can trample me And suck on greed Just pinch me when I bleed Now what kind of false inventions to mistake? Why does all the patent fuss merit a blame? Now you're gonna point your finger to escape? Who is gonna sacrifice their body to the flame? The truth inflation will Follow the glitter pill Inside your bitter brain Now your bloody teeth are grinding in your sleep Sweat is running out of exits to secrete Your eyes are red with murderous defeat Bottle up the beast There was a face In the perennial garden maze They heard her say "Behind every mask There's an ocean Swimming with beautiful fish And talus caves to keep all their secrets hidden With forests of memories floating Like spirits to feed us And bottle up the beast."