Can we begin
To understand
Will time let up
When life demands
Souls to the grindstone
Slowly watch the light go
From my eyes
Dead inside
Praying for a miracle
Ostracized to cynical
Lost my heart
Let it die
Rest in pieces to my demons
Rip em till their bleeding
Corpses to the ceiling
I can feel them feeding
In the evening
No retreating
Face to face
With all the villains
Ive been leading
With this life
I need to reel in
Every season
While I'm still here breathing
Give it to me straight
What's the problem with my brain
Why do I remain
Trapped behind the pain
I create
Look me in the eyes
Can't you tell I've redlined
Ready for the reaper
Organs on the decline
Waiting for the day
The doctors say
I'm about to flatline
Call the morgue
In the mourning
Bury me in the back lawn
Can it really be
Another symptom to relieve
Riddled with uncertainty
Hollowed and diseased
Degenerate
Don't venerate
Go ahead forget what I say
Assimilate
Follow the wave
This is what you call being a fake
I've wrestle with my thoughts
They've carried me this far
I challenge my desire
It's known to be a liar
Light the fires
Sound the sirens
Running from my problems
Like a coward
I don't know why
One would save
A slave to ecstasy
Rotten to the core
Chain me to the floor
Give it to me straight
What's the problem with my brain
Why do I remain
Trapped behind the pain
I create
Look me in the eyes
Can't you tell I've redlined
Ready for the reaper
Organs on the decline
Waiting for the day
The doctor says
I'm about to flatline
Call the morgue
In the mourning
Bury me in the back lawn
Look me in the eyes
Can't you tell I've redlined
Ready for the reaper
Organs on the decline
Waiting for the day
The doctor says
I'm about to flatline
Call the morgue
In the mourning
Bury me in the back lawn
Almost
To the other side
I wonder what
It's like
To see my own disguise
Melt before the light
I wonder what it's like
To leave this life behind
I wonder what it's like
Rest assured
I'll endure
Find a cure
This I'm sure
Rest assured
I'll endure
All this pain
Once again
This I'm
Sure
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John Reaper - Redlined Lyrics
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Can we begin
To understand
Will time let up
When life demands
Souls to the grindstone
Slowly watch the light go
From my eyes
Dead inside
Praying for a miracle
Ostracized to cynical
Lost my heart
Let it die
Rest in pieces to my demons
Rip em till their bleeding
Corpses to the ceiling
I can feel them feeding
In the evening
No retreating
Face to face
With all the villains
Ive been leading
With this life
I need to reel in
Every season
While I'm still here breathing
Give it to me straight
What's the problem with my brain
Why do I remain
Trapped behind the pain
I create
Look me in the eyes
Can't you tell I've redlined
Ready for the reaper
Organs on the decline
Waiting for the day
The doctors say
I'm about to flatline
Call the morgue
In the mourning
Bury me in the back lawn
Can it really be
Another symptom to relieve
Riddled with uncertainty
Hollowed and diseased
Degenerate
Don't venerate
Go ahead forget what I say
Assimilate
Follow the wave
This is what you call being a fake
I've wrestle with my thoughts
They've carried me this far
I challenge my desire
It's known to be a liar
Light the fires
Sound the sirens
Running from my problems
Like a coward
I don't know why
One would save
A slave to ecstasy
Rotten to the core
Chain me to the floor
Give it to me straight
What's the problem with my brain
Why do I remain
Trapped behind the pain
I create
Look me in the eyes
Can't you tell I've redlined
Ready for the reaper
Organs on the decline
Waiting for the day
The doctor says
I'm about to flatline
Call the morgue
In the mourning
Bury me in the back lawn
Look me in the eyes
Can't you tell I've redlined
Ready for the reaper
Organs on the decline
Waiting for the day
The doctor says
I'm about to flatline
Call the morgue
In the mourning
Bury me in the back lawn
Almost
To the other side
I wonder what
It's like
To see my own disguise
Melt before the light
I wonder what it's like
To leave this life behind
I wonder what it's like
Rest assured
I'll endure
Find a cure
This I'm sure
Rest assured
I'll endure
All this pain
Once again
This I'm
Sure
To understand
Will time let up
When life demands
Souls to the grindstone
Slowly watch the light go
From my eyes
Dead inside
Praying for a miracle
Ostracized to cynical
Lost my heart
Let it die
Rest in pieces to my demons
Rip em till their bleeding
Corpses to the ceiling
I can feel them feeding
In the evening
No retreating
Face to face
With all the villains
Ive been leading
With this life
I need to reel in
Every season
While I'm still here breathing
Give it to me straight
What's the problem with my brain
Why do I remain
Trapped behind the pain
I create
Look me in the eyes
Can't you tell I've redlined
Ready for the reaper
Organs on the decline
Waiting for the day
The doctors say
I'm about to flatline
Call the morgue
In the mourning
Bury me in the back lawn
Can it really be
Another symptom to relieve
Riddled with uncertainty
Hollowed and diseased
Degenerate
Don't venerate
Go ahead forget what I say
Assimilate
Follow the wave
This is what you call being a fake
I've wrestle with my thoughts
They've carried me this far
I challenge my desire
It's known to be a liar
Light the fires
Sound the sirens
Running from my problems
Like a coward
I don't know why
One would save
A slave to ecstasy
Rotten to the core
Chain me to the floor
Give it to me straight
What's the problem with my brain
Why do I remain
Trapped behind the pain
I create
Look me in the eyes
Can't you tell I've redlined
Ready for the reaper
Organs on the decline
Waiting for the day
The doctor says
I'm about to flatline
Call the morgue
In the mourning
Bury me in the back lawn
Look me in the eyes
Can't you tell I've redlined
Ready for the reaper
Organs on the decline
Waiting for the day
The doctor says
I'm about to flatline
Call the morgue
In the mourning
Bury me in the back lawn
Almost
To the other side
I wonder what
It's like
To see my own disguise
Melt before the light
I wonder what it's like
To leave this life behind
I wonder what it's like
Rest assured
I'll endure
Find a cure
This I'm sure
Rest assured
I'll endure
All this pain
Once again
This I'm
Sure
Writer: John Weaver
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