Reaper Songtext
von Pine Barons

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."