There's nobody here, there's nobody near 
I try not to care, dead eyes always stare 
Let these matters be, don't [bad word] what you see 
Take hold of your time, step into the line 

There's innocence torn from its maker 
Stillborn the [bad word] in you 
This failure has made the creator 
So would you tell him what to do (would you)

Leave your mark upon the head of someone 
Who'll cry for his state, we know it's too late 
I turn round to see what was meant to be 
Faint movement release to rid the disease

There's innocence torn from its maker 
Stillborn the [bad word] in you (I have lost the [bad word] I
had in you) 
This failure has made the creator 
So would you tell him what to do
(I have lost the [bad word] I had in you)