Walking further from your dark, complex cave    Of lonely manipulation   On am empty trail, as the moonlight shines down   From a grey, desolate sky   Which seems to offer the perfect changes   Intimidating walls of repressed memories   Continue to grow deep around my soul   With perfect changes      Interrogate - Question everything   Slip into denail - Tear into the pain   I am not a fucking slave   So, take this broken chain   Cut it away   And question every part of you      Entering an abandoned shelter   As blackened patches of shimmering light seep through    The cracked windows of unforgiven sorrow   This change is perfect   The distant sound of forgotten voices    Slowly becomes relevant in my eternal solitude   As perfect changes form      Evacuate - Burns of cold disease   Leaving her in ashes   Painting misery   Constant pain inside of me   Sharp as a metal knife cutting away   And spreading open every part of you   Every point of you (the face of truth)   Sharp as metal knives shredding the face (the face of truth)   And spreading open the fucking truth      Gripping every piece of everything I hate about you   I can't take this anymore   I keep wanting this to break   Cutting away from spreading open every part of you      Growing into me   Filling up with light   Burning in my soul   This longing never dies   Rip off my face   Throw me in my grave   Close the gate   Lock me far away   Tear apart the roots of belief   Conceive the truth of her mystery      Fall in half far down in a hole   Cut the pulse, break all of my bones   Lock the door and throw out the key   Conceive the truth of her mystery   I've found this longing never dies. . .