I am weary of this Weary of every little thing Keepsakes held dear Havens that burned So I tear loose this skin Tainted with affection Plagued with compa**ion Scarred by hope And I shall become your eyes Your ears, your skin and mouth And it's through me that you'll speak Words that bear no meaning Beneath our feet The ice keeps melting The waters run black The earth, a corpse's putrid skin Lesions carved deep Ground down to roots now So lay down all that remains To where sensation goes to die