TREAT ME A SOUL IF I AM GONE,
LIGHTEN MY SHADOW IF I'M LEFT ALONE,
TO THE THOUSANDS OF FACES I'M KNOWN
I WON'T COME BACK TO THEIR ATTENTION FOR THE MEMORIES THEY'VE GROWN...
THE TENDOR LIPS THAT SPEAK FOR ME
ARE SLAUGHTERED FOR THE PREVENTION,
PREVENTION OF AN INTENTION WHEN THE WORLD'S VULNERABLE
WHEN EVERY SENSE AROUND ME IS LABELLED "DISABLE"...
MY WORDS BLEED LIKE NILE
WHEN THE FAITH I KEEP TURNS TREACHEROUS,
I TURN BLUE
SIP DOWN THE ADHESIVE A GLUE ,
SILENT I KEEP
NOT A SINGLE WORD I WEEP,
ALL I DO IS LIVE WITH SO MUCH OF FAITH
AND TEND TO LIVE AT IT'S MERCY...
WHILE I LAY HELPLESS
FAITH'S MAULED FOR FORGIVNESS
N I DRENCH MY WHITE SKIN IN RED
SLEEP WITH THE CORPSE CODE IN THE BED...
WHILE I LAY LIFELESS...
I EXIST WITH SATISFACTION
A MASTER OF EVERY BREATH I TEND TO MISS
A SLAVE TO THE DEATH I KISS....
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