Feed this insect inside me   Watch my time drippin' off from the walls   This silence and stillness   Like a glove with the fingers withdrawn   Sympathy leaves in the cold   Look for an exit but they're closed   Brief fabrication of what I know      I'm hiding my sickness   No motion no feeling   The king of beauty   Leaves this building      I'm hiding my sickness   No motion no feeling   The king of beauty   Leaves this building   Living in a body bag   I'm waiting, I'm waiting      Resurrection of memory   All the thing I remember I hold   A virtual impression   Of a life that I'm building alone   Sympathy leaves in the cold   Look for an exit but they're closed   Brief fabrication of what I know