THE WAY MY DEATH SINGS
THEY GAVE THE MOST
THE VERSIONS OF ME
WHO DIED FELT LOST

THEY WORSHIP THEM
AND I DO TOO
BUT I CAN'T SING
THE WAY THEY DO

IMPERFECT HANDS
DEFILE AND BRING
THE CERTAIN END
OF EVERYTHING

BUT VERSIONS OF ME
SUFFERED THROUGH
THOSE VERSIONS I
NOW LISTEN TO