Behind the eyes of [bad word] lies a suffering soul
And in my blood a bitter darkness slowly taking it's toll
I feel the death of our connection and the fading of light
Between the shards of sudden panic from choking on my life

I see the scars of your addiction and the feeling you hide
blackened heart from all the hatred you will never rewind
Within the depths of your depression hear you pleading for help
Your just a shell of [bad word]  a portrait of myself.

I can't breathe alone
You can guide me home.
 [bad word] ]
I am the face of your affliction.
Feeding new life through the cracks in your skull.

Beneath the skin of your aggression is a thickening fear
swelling plague from every devastating voice that you hear
You feel the throes of contradiction in the world that you left
Another day in your delusion, the never-ending death.

I can't breathe alone
You can guide me home
I can feel you here
You can draw me near
 [bad word] ]
I am the face of your afflication.
Feeding new life through the cracks in your skull.
I am the pain of your conviction
Stabbing you right through the back of your soul.

This is life, this is love
 [bad word] 

I can feel you here
You can draw me near.