It's useless retracing your murderDismantled in moments of inattention.Swimming in total distraction.Hollowed of every emotion shown toLeave you far less likely to buy skinYou're a model consumerYou can sleep with your own cadavreExisting as only your greed and hunger

Like a spider sewing spiralsYou weave these sheets of stolen skinDisguise yourself as a humanForcing yourself to believe that you've beenReturning to life with in thisBlackened and bloated mantleConcealing your motives with insultsRepressing the sight of your butchered psyche

These empty days fall like leavesTo pale an ugly treeHours drip like blood whileSomething waits for meLife, like my waning hope isRotting on the vineTesting of my patience now hasWasted all my timeThere's a certain kind of sanityThat's lost when you and I concedeThere's nothing left to justify this waitFor chapters I have grownBut I'll turn this page aloneAnd hope I've miles to go before I sleepHope, like a dream isProne to give wayWas someone there to Twist your tearing faithTrusting in this purpose we are Risking the divineNo sirens test our virtue quite like The passing of our livesThere's a certain kind of sanityThat's lost when you and I concedeThere's nothing left to justify this waitFor chapters I have grownBut I'll turn this page aloneAnd hope I've miles to go before I sleepAnd hope I've miles to go before I sleep

Remember a time you can barely rememberAnything that came beforeAnd all of the things that you thought of were simpleAnd nothing you think of todayRemember the person who slept in your skinWho taught you to breathe and to lieAnd all of that person you used to believeWho knew you, and was you back thenRemember the times when they gave you awayWhithout the consent of who you'd becomeThey walked in your memory, they laughed in your smileThey kissed your regret, and they burried your liesWhat have you become to separateThese fractures in lifeWill you scratch at these wounds I worked so hard to findLabored so long to sew upRemember the person you were inbetweenWho knew you both then and nowAnd all of that person you were when you met meSo painful and empty and angryRemember the moment you knew with convictionThat nothing would be the sameAnd nothing was right and no one was sorryJust counting the days 'til you diedWhat have you become to separateThese fractures in lifeWill you scratch at these wounds I worked so hard to findLabored so long to sew upOur evidence of consciousnessThe proof of our soulIs measured inOur willingnessTo grow