It's been a part of me for so long; to release, I can't seem to see. But now I see the truth of who you've always been. Union begins to fade.
Fill me up til I can't hear it's voice in my head. Make an instrument of this dead shell I have. I've tried and tried and I've always failed. Would You take my place? It is Yours to take. I've had enough of this skin!
Skin irritating me, corrupting what I believe about who I am. I am free! It says, "I am not, can't you see that you're stained?" You lie! It was never me!
I hate it! It's tearing me to pieces. When will I be rid of this skin I hate? When will I be able to shed this skin I hate?