Forcing the words up my throat, and through my tongue
Causing the projection of loss, and speeding of lungs
The walls of regret share the texture of shame

Forcing the words up my throat, and through my tongue
Causing the projection of loss, and speeding of lungs

Bring to life what died in me, Tear the flesh from the bones which don't bleed
Bring to life what died in me, Tear the flesh from the bones which don't bleed

And in the hate of which you talk, this I assure you is how I walk
But I've been known to fall
Breathing the air close to my knees revealing those ash filled scares
Making them visible to see

Forcing the words up my throat and through my tongue
Causing the projection of loss and speeding of lungs
As the feeling of breathing becomes chocking

This is the answer to the question of what you've been asking
Asking

I am the perfect enemy?
Can't you see?
Come closer
Don't you recognize me?

The taste of breathing has become the feeling of chocking

Oh Lord, bring to life the dying sight
Show them what I cannot write