can you not see the shape of my empty heart
its a rotten circle and full of dark and  hollow
rude teen routine silently cutting and falling apart
I'm another mess that needs an addiction to follow
inflicting the rage in the shape of invisible scars
i have a monster within I nurture with my hurt
my conscience is broken and my veins filled with shards
disappearing somewhere between the dawn and dirt


this skin is not me, I must have been more than this flesh before
there's someone within me, i don't remember who i was anymore


do you still believe everything that was ever known
reading between the lines and feeding on  a silent stare  
is there more than one whenever you find yourself alone
sometimes the long steps ahead lead us back to nowhere
i have been bred the same guilt in my bones too
caging me in my own filth so I never see the sun
i am still a corpse no matter how much love I do
you never know, the mirror can show you what you've become


this skin is not me, I must have been more than this flesh before
there's someone within me, i don't remember who i am anymore


would you forever pretend what lives may never die
there are more lies out there to make you whole
sinking down the abyss, in a thousand words I die
I'm eating my own sins so that the fire can burn old
and consume me in my own self, nothing just another name
carved in words, I will be gone as soon as I fade
you can never reclaim yourself in memories again
only if i knew that for a dream to end, one has to wake


*this skin is not me, I must have been more than this flesh before
there's someone within me, i don't remember if i want this anymore