Upon my chest he carved names of 
Everyone he ever loved 
The canvas was blank 
The canvas was blank. 

With eyes 
Drawn for others 
It was hard to see him 
For the artist that he was 
Lost inside his audience. 

Ply your eyes and your smiles for him 
With no woven strand, we abound. 

Build for hunchback opinion, dirty acceptance 
product of clayman endeavours 
Betrayal, betrayal! 
The heart screams betrayal! 
 [bad word] is my spine 
The audience is my skin.