Metal meet me
Make me whole...

I marvel
As i see the bumps...

Tears slide
As i clutch my knees...

Strip off my wings
With your constant lies...

The edge of reason
Constantly waver...

Everything we know today
Will be the questions of tomorrow...

Nobody would believe
That my wrist does bleed...

My own aged guilt rises past me in agony
Feeding off my own blood sweat and tears...