You've torn up fabric and shouted delusion
Leaving the ground filled with blood from the scrapes
They've worn the tattered remains of your movement
Drowned
Pull away skin ripping tape from your mouth
Now lay in stinking decay underground
Your unconvincing dictations abound
Learn when I lose
I know your truth
In unbandaged wounds
Bruise
These ashes seem black but they're actually blue
Imagined passion in scabs and perfume
In every sound that you've captured in tombs
Coming unfastened, too fast to renew
Your own assassin, you fashion a tomb
Wave a knife and then stab
If it's your final wish, I'll make it happen
I've rotted under fluorescent light
And I'll stop at nothing to get it right
I'll stop at nothing to get it right
If it's your final wish
One last embrace and then go say your goodbye