Find
Words fade above the snow
The carved out something stitch
The carver's all who wave surrender
Through all tempers looking back
Skin begins to crack
Those ever double jointed lathers

Fine
Closed off no power the will inside no peace
No feeling all disease around security

Eyes
Devised the cycles find
call that's never caught
Beneath the locusts dimed decision
Find
The vice grips never freed
crease upon one's debt
And never paying forward
Hate
What will we wont be late
What will be left today
When nothing left to beg the moral
Fate
What is it left you say
Who will be left to play
When ugly crippled lies remain

Fine
Closed off devours the meat inside of me
In freeing all afraid of life eternity
Eyes
Burning of sorrow deep inside no teeth
Holding on to the things left to be believed

Fear
What will we want with fear
The time [bad word] near
With nothings left to have or hope for
Pain
What is there left to say
An ancient plan to pay
With blood and [bad word] tomorrow
Shame
We will be learning shame
Until we play the game
That in the end will bring disorder
Race
What will be left to say
When nothing is the same
And all this [bad word] goes under

Slipping out the final mask
Kiss the mercantile [bad word] behind teach fertile blood
The fingernails are dirty

Face [bad word] nation loss
And go towards the final cost
Crippled deaths of lost put all
The soul unconvincing

Fine
Closed off devours the meat inside of me
In freeing all afraid of life eternity.