The Words, The Blood, The Pain

LoneReaper

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**Bass and Drum solo**

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[The words…]

Incarnadine on the egg white walls

Whispers and cries echoing throughout the night

A soft song plays, sad yet pleasant

As a slash on the wrist makes it seem all right

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Slow…yet comforting…the slow death

Killing pain on the inside

To soothe what hurts you most

As you gradually die on the outside

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[The blood…]

Warm, crimson blood

Trickling down your arms—the walls

Thrashing about with insanity and rage

While no one is noticing the signal, you call

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Slow…yet comforting…the slow death

Killing pain on the inside

To soothe what hurts you most

As you gradually die on the outside

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[The pain…]

This pain in you is within me

The words of hate have driven you mad

The words written in blood—through pain

My wrists ache from pain I've never had

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Slow…yet comforting…the slow death

Killing pain on the inside

To soothe what hurts you most

As you gradually die on the outside

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**Guitar solo**

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Breaking down in the dead of night [the dead of night]

The world turns black and very still [very still]

You've had you chance to give a fight [a fight]

Yet, you've resorted to kill—

The words of hate still echo [echo]

In the back of your solemn mind [solemn mind]

Your consciousness is on the go [on the go]

To a place where no one can ever find—

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Slow…yet comforting…the slow death [it's happening…]

Killing pain on the inside [and no one knows…]

To soothe what hurts you most [you're dying…]

As you gradually die on the outside

[And no one knows about the words, about the blood, about the pain…but me]