Time after time In the depths of my soul Nothing makes me happy Knowing my heart is mended Every veins stappled and taped Rigid crevices filled with cement Each dominant strats I have endured Dissing this blood with artificial flavoring
Have you ever seen such gruesome illusion? Engineering my way to this makeshift completion And by the time it's done, you won't tell the difference Ready my tools for I have a confession Tinkering hearts, that is my profession S**pectred recondition, deceitful reconstruction