As the winter let [bad word] 
I shed my skin [bad word] alive
new retrospect, a sign
And words of torment that hunt the sick

Now this is my shelter
And this is my heart
You've lived on my weakness
You torn me apart

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As the time that we have spent
So few of us have followed on
place of refuge, a place called home
It's in this room where I heal my wounds

Now this is my shelter
And this is my heart
You've lived on my weakness
You torn me apart