All hearts are holes
Locked in coffin-holds
The tongues of old
Break the fragile fur
Belief in belief dies
Eviscerate
The body is a stain
All breath is sold
With unrealistic goals
Soul, sure and cold
Removed and ground to dust
Belief in belief dies
Eviscerate
The body is a stain
We all end equally
In the end, this will be
I won't see you. You won't see me
Hear me out, hear me whole
Speech of my dead-voiced control