summon forth the rain wash away the filth I can blanch memories I can't cleanse my soul
summon forth the flames strip flesh from bone I can't slough memories they're like second skin
one cut for memory another for hope I'm probing for answers can only strike a nerve
cutting cables unloading dead weight until nothing remains an innate self-loathing pouring from every aperture these holes in my skin let darkness out let it flow
these holes in my skin let darkness out let it flow there's nothing less in this world than what I think of myself
a broken man paint a picture of a broken man
search for a reason strike a nerve
the scars have faded weathered away through the years all memories remain
intact clear, crystalline and unpure cutting cables unloading dead weight until nothing remains
these holes in my skin let darkness out let it flow in rivulets that flow down my arms into the drain
rivulets of blood flow down my arms into the drain
an innate self-loathing pouring from every aperture
never a truer feeling than pain to assure me I'm alive.