(R. Resmini)  Summon forth the rain wash away the filth I can blanch memories I  can't cleanse my soul Summon forth the flames, strip flesh from bone I  can't slough memories they're like second skin One cut for memory  another for hope I'm probing for answers Can only strike a nerve  Cutting cables Unloading dead weight Until nothing remains An innate  self-loathing pouring from every aperture These holes in my skin let  the darkness out Let it flow These holes in my skin let the darkness  out Let it flow There's nothing less in this world than what I think  of myself A broken man Paint a picture of a broken man Search - For a  reason Probe deep Strike a nerve The scars have faded weathered away  through the years All memories remain intact, clear Crystalline and  unpure Cutting cables, Unloading dead weight until nothing remains  These holes in my skin let the darkness out let it flow In rivulets of  blood that flow down my arms Into the drain Rivulets of blood flow  down my arms Into the drain An innate self-loathing pouring from every  aperture Never a truer feeling than pain To assure me I'm alive