[Intro]
Talking

[Verse 1: TWENTYTHREE]
Running from death for too long
Forests surrounding the Sun
Creep through the tombs let them come body buried they'll drain all the blood leave me slumped

Demons, they stalking
I cannot socialize
Voices be haunting, tauntin'
Meanwhile, I'm fallin'
Run out of options
Told me they'll save me
I'll die by the morning

We are not different
We will not be saved
The destruction of this race is imminent
Taught to not fight the confessions of better men
You're all alone trapped inside your own head again
Play with your veins and the blade bleeding medicine
Menacing letters you wrote like your friends are dead
Rope 'round your throat, they all fade as the daylight ends
Screaming forgiveness, reality settles in
[Interlude]
"Death is...l tell you I don't care how many screams you hear, I don't care how many anguished cries... Death is a million times preferable to ten more days of this life. If you knew what was ahead of you, you'd be glad to be stepping over tonight. Death, death, death is common to people... And the Eskimos, they take death in their stride. Let's, let's be dignified." - Jim Jones
You think you know me

[Verse 2: Slen]
Running from death, holding bodies for ransom
Followed through forests, they witness my actions
Acting up, only attracting detachment
Reaper reach slow turning flesh into fragments
Running from death, holding bodies for ransom
Followed through forests, they witness my actions
Acting up, only attracting detachment
Reaper reach slow turning flesh into fragments