Rumble in the Grundle

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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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!