| A reminder from life bitter and bleak |
| That from now on this is how it has to be |
| Tell me what you want |
| What do you want to hear, what do you want to see? |
| Because I’m ready to speak |
| Do you want to hear me say |
| That I’m the only one that didn’t see this coming? |
| I miss the feeling of your pulse |
| I miss the comfort of it all |
| Something to bring me along |
| Something to let me know that I wasn’t stuck (That I wasn’t stuck) |
| Something to let me know |
| So that I can feel it leave |
| So I can watch myself fall |
| As the last few strands of light die behind the bend |
| I am scared, because I know what goes with them |
| In darkness with no direction |
| The sky has gone from gray to black, and the earth to dust and obsidian |
| Every second is a year passed |
| And with it, my life is scratched and sapped |
| I am your creation |
| I am your creation |
| Marred and misshapen |
| Magnificent in my capacity for judgement |
| I am all the things that you cannot unsee |
| My form is demented and vacant |
| I am the pale negative |