Purist realist manipulates   Purist realist segregates   Purist realist on their own terms   Purist realist you never learn      Inner loathing, the mounting hate   Hundred fights, a thousand regrets      Sacrifice   You wear me like a second skin      Dwelling on a scene of bitter love   Harping on some forgotten war      The shadow former self      Purist realist manipulates   Purist realist segregates   Purist realist on their own terms   Purist realist you never learn      Two-faced preacher denied yourself   Purist realist, a rotting state of grace      Sacrifice   You wear me like a second skin      The shadow former self      Cannot be me, cannot be me   Cannot be me, cannot be me   Cannot be me, cannot be me      Cannot see the once treasured   Depleting life it shows in   Your weakness, impotence   Inability to have spoken      Summarizing that teasing   That non-restricted feelings   Set in a moment in dealing   Return to the source of regret