Senseless steps taken blindly in agony
Grasping for something for air for purity
Words just hanging there like a hook missing bait
I have no pigment to define this shape

The notes of decay
Learned from the mouth of violence
I sang them everyday
Till I became a silence
I say that I am okay
Cut edges and pretend
That I have a heart that I can mend

The hands that used to be a part of me
Were tortured by my demon's [bad word] needs
From pieces [bad word] I will deploy
I'll [bad word] a pretty temple to destroy