I have turned into something you wouldn't recognize I've grown into someone that seems to specialize In alienation and self-propagation My wrists have cracked, my bones have been broken My fingers twisted into knots, but my voice has never been spoken.
Sitting here holding hands with my mistakes I've perceived and been deceived by many fakes Dying again from lying again, to my family, my friends But still refusing to give in to all your past friends' dead trends Now I can see, from my room filled with smoke A violent storm brewing right off the coast.
While the machine grows hungry from churning, converting sinners to saints Aware of the skeletons, the secrets, hidden only in our deepest lakes The darkest part of our mind, kept under lock and key Kept hidden, kept secret, made unaware to all we see.