Single out the dying

Make more room for nothing

Make it so that there is nowhere left to go

You can't buy your soul back

You won't own it ever

You're just renting it until it rips you apart

There's a place where they go and they lie

for the sic and the lame where they can't touch me

When they die underneath all the lies and deceit

We will cover our tracks and you won't find nothing

Trying to put your finger on it

Point your finger at it

Cut your finger

Keep your eyes out of focus

Keep your mind out of synch

Keep your eyes out of focus

And watch it disappear

One will come a day when old wounds open

You let it happen

The sickness has spread too far

Don't let it happen

Your so called compassion is long gone

We see right through you

Trying to put your finger on it

Point your finger at it

Cut your finger

There's a place in my mind where I go

It protects me from love so it can't kill me

So I lie to myself uninflected with guilt

Here I am - There you are

Can you see the difference?

One will come, arms open

One will come, eyes open