The caustic stain of guilt on once sterile hands.
I have gone numb in my conspiracy of one.
I am easily pleased, just a little time before i decline.
I need...
A purpose for these arms, a care to breed new life,
A purpose for these hands, a reason i need...
A reason to fall and a reason to dive.
It's the wait i fear the most.
Set free mortal coil, come purest of pain.
A serious reality, elusive and free.
I breathe forgiveness in.
The other moment i found me in a chamber filled with irony.
Screaming, falling into grace for a moment only.
