| This loss burdens the condemned, | |
| Letting the horrid consume you, | |
| From believing in anything that makes you feel whole. | |
| Like ghosts at your bones, like smoke. | |
| So close-minded, there's no room at all. | |
| Look unto me, open your throat; speak in half truths. | |
| Deceive and manipulate to get whatever makes you feel whole. | |
| Tell the world how that horrid heart became so cold and alone. | |
| Because of your actions and words they can never trust again. | |
| You will be left alone in a world you hate, of which you create. | |
| This loss burdens the condemned, | |
| Letting the horrid consume you, | |
| From believing in anything that makes you feel whole. | |
| Like ghosts at your bones, like smoke. | |
| So close-minded, there's no room at all. | |
| Look unto me, open your throat; speak in half truths. | |
| Deceive and manipulate to get whatever makes you feel whole. | |
| Fear is coursing through your body. |