Reaper||GMV

Gather your secrets, load them into my head one by one, point a gun at you in the dead of night, will you make a mistake, tell you things, will you say hell, calculate my reasons, watch carefully, trace the scars you left on me through your chest with your death-strewn hands.

Reaper||GMV

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