We see the sin before the saint We see the curse before the blessing We shake the little that remains Until we are left with nothing Look beyond the flesh, look beyond the mind We see the freak before the person We see the scars before the healting
We hear the lie before the reason We crave the answer; not it's meaning We seek the judgement and not the understanding We see the house and not the place we shared We look past the story to the ending We see the tears and not the soul you bared