new beginning, a fresh clean path 
Yet slightly curved and striving [bad word] back 
The one you thought you were is gone 

loss of faith, all bridges burned 
[bad word] to return 
And find the place where it all began to burn 

failure, a disgrace 
You'll get yourself erased 

An old replacement will not do 
Only fresh young meat will satisfy you 
The purist in you tells you to stay clean 

Your conscience now removed with haste 
The stench of death reveals the taste 
So precisely portrayed within frames, then replaced 

The stench of death reveals the taste 
An empty shell is all that remains 
Slow death