There were times when I forced myself to rise--
To climb above the torment and turmoil in your eyes--
Only to see that soaring was the worst thing I could do,
And I was forced to try to find the truth beyond the lies.

There were times when I had hoped we could begin anew;
I'd pray and bide both time and mind that was something we could do.
But the torment and the turmoil became a tough act to follow,
And I was forced to cast aside all dreams of the untrue.

You dropped me when I needed you.
My skin chipped and fell away.
All my weakness flaked aside.
And only strength was left to stay.

Now you're beneath the hammer.
Now you're under the knife.
Now I'm your source of chaos.
Now I'm your source of strife.

Though you might find my purposes difficult to swallow,
I assure you with all I have become that what I say is true.
And when you fall don't wait for me to follow.
You'll come to find that--unlike me--inside you're blue and hollow.