I shall lock away what's left of me
yes! even I can grow tired
you know I have no name in this
still I throw my hands unto the fire

still I regret even speaking this
I am rotting- loathing from inside
so you will go ahead with yours
I will see whats left of mine

I shall lock away what's left of me
leave you free to go
I washed your feet, you wash your hands
and I am left alone-