I'm shaking and so are my hands

And I can't tell if it's the cold or if I'm finally feeling regret

A martyr in my own mind and a pariah

Given the capacity of my own guilt



Do I fight the fact that I am a nervous wreck

Or do I face the forthcoming collision head on?

I don't know how to abandon my blind heart

(And I'm convinced that you deserve this)



My organs are dark and minuscule

In comparison to yours

I'm no longer pining to cure my disease

I'm just dying to advance the process



Trim your wings and deceive me

Cinch your halo around my neck

Because death houses such beauty

If we can enjoy what will grow in its absence

We are thin and wasted at both ends

And we've accepted our position



I was never worthy of following your footsteps

So be sure to leave no evidence that you've existed

We dare not turn and face the figures treating us to our descent

If we knew their origin then we'd surely be disgusted



This is the kind of illness

That leaves us rotting from the inside out

And we wear this on our sleeves

Content with our casualty

I would do this all over again

I'm the catalyst of our collapse

Haunted by conviction

And a partner to the pain



Forgive me for who I've become these past few years

Forgive me for allowing my love to disappear



Trim your wings and deceive me

Cinch your halo around my neck

And just leave me alone with my thoughts

Eaten alive until there's nothing left to mourn

I will resonate through the minds of others

As a corpse and nothing more, nothing more