What's it like to never see yourself?

To not know what you are, who you are?

And why your decisions are so destructive

I've cured every illness in my life

But you rip our lives apart

And you rot away

You infect the room

And you rot away

You infect the room

And you rot away

What else can these blistered hands do?

Worn so fucking raw from swinging the hammer

To crush every mistake you've ever made

To tired to continue

To lifeless to breath

To voiceless to scream

And you plague my days

And you rot away

Nothing you ever seem to regret

Because you have buried your conscience

Buried your conscience