A piece of plastic
around my neck
tie a rope
leave me for dead
feel my skin
deep within
touch me now
the unmasked sin

I cant let go
I cant hold on
she hates me now
my faith is gone
lost forever in
this darkened hate
what can i do?
nothing but wait

It warms my heart
the old lost place
shes un-reformed
and has no face
her skin is tender
and close to break
all this hell
is what we make.
she calls to me
I cant go back
my common sense
is what i lack
the plastic burns
as it stings and hates
like my burden
longing to fate