Please cut this noose
Untie these hands for me
They will insurrect my former self
Hide behind your failed design
Perfect its imperfections

I'll carry out the plans of old
I'll dig through the remains of [bad word] 
Unearthing something [bad word] remarkable once hidden by your opaque heart

I'll carry out plans of old
Digging through the remains of [bad word] 
From this day forth
Your love will poison no longer

strange suffocation
Enticing existence [bad word] The artificial life

ghostly bliss
Without your kiss
Never grasping what you've hoped for

Your translucent hands
Pass through the sunlight
You'll never feel that loving glow
Damned to be deprived
Of the blissful warmth of heaven
As you dissipate into shadows