Tainted I stand here ridden with decease

Nail me with a vacant stare

Prepare me for release

Sow a scar upon my face

Plans for my resurrection laid to waste

Chorus:

It takes more than me

to heal the infected eye

I’d drain me dry

to heal the long lost beauty

It takes more than me

to seal the infected eye

I’ll follow my fate

to cut your tongue of hate

Sink further down

Let myself drown

in my own self-deception

Watch how the mirrors twist the truth

Thoughts designed to destroy the average man

Thoughts designed to erase our confidence

Anger

Frustration

the message is now!

These are all things that now pressure my soul

I can see your face turning blue

The fire in your eyes is fading too

I can sense the fear running through your veins

as the pictures turn to red