Separate and iminish
 Dress with a new shell

 Vanish deep, walking in sleep
 Shun those who let their love show

 In this defense, a selfish plea
 For you to live and maybe see

 If you are a riddle that tricks then plagues [bad word]  I'll go unnoticed like the dust

 Walk the path of ash, return to insanity
 Walk the trap

 It is more wretched than the usual prey
 who take and fake with no merit, no trace

 Gone is the one, our faces seep
 We have not won, ashamed to weep

 This is the toll, the broken gate
 wreath to lay on the grave of faith