The gates open I drown

The magnet, the withdrawal

Offering these to you

Shamelessly ripping my guts out



How could I expect you to change your face?



A time lived by seconds

I unfold at your beckon

I will be passed by I am the minimal

The useless being



How could I expect you to change your face?

My memories out dated and weak

How could I expect it to? Well I do

How could I want it to?



I despise your charming attributes

Conjure up the summoned

Then left to contend with them

Stirring the killer, inviting this old ghost



After all, it's me that is drowning

My dream is the warped

They pick me clean

These vultures

I know now the door is open

I know now I must be dead