If I fall, will you follow? 
For I am…down… 
If you fall, I will follow, 
Cause I am a part of you 

My wounds will bleed, 
From your…cutting words. 
Your skin is the void…a sanctum of wreckage 

My wounds still bleed, 
From your…cutting words. 
Your skin is the void…a sanctum, for my wreckage. 

Enlightment is for martyrs 
And you’ve built me a monument of light 
false beacon, where I’ll wreak my ship. 

The wise sometimes from wisdom ways depart 
Rejection regains its wounds