I'm sure you can make it.
 Flipside now nothing changes.
 [bad word] past your street deserted;
 Fading light on your fading face

 Incision. Carved out.
 No trace of doubt.
 I can't extract the [bad word]  you know it.
 But what you give you get.
 While this place spins like a heavy doorway.
 But you've seen it all.

 Pretence. Rip this town.
 You turn my world upside down

 Incision. Carved out.
 No trace of doubt.
 I can't extract the [bad word]  you know it.
 But what you give you get.
 While this place spins like a heavy doorway.
 But you've seen it all.

 Gather it around:
 you built it up to tear it down.