Stabbed in the back by a memory      There's nothing left - I'm empty inside   I've lost my heart, my soul and all that's left is pride   I'd give my life to just turn back the clock   At the very least if I could make it stop      I am becoming death   How can I say what can't be said?      Yearn to be one with the fragrant dead   To bathe forever in the tears we shed   And if its my maker that I'm gonna meet   Then I will beg him to unmake me      Veil lifted from my eyes   I see myself for the first time      I still bear the scars of treachery   Buried deep within myself there hides the enemy   This coming of rage, a virus in me   I cling to my demons, oh so desperately      I am becoming death   How can I say what can't be said?      Yearn to be one with the fragrant dead   To bath forever in the tears we shed   And if it's my maker I'm gonna meet   Then I will beg him to unmake me      Veil lifted from my eyes   I see myself for the first time       Bare the scars