[Music & lyrics: Mieszko A. Talarczyk]



A new beginning, a fresh clean path

Yet slightly curved and striving to come back

The one you thought you were is gone



A loss of faith, all bridges burned

A strong commitment to return 

and find the place where it all began to... burn! 



A failure, a disgrace

You'll get yourself erased



An old replacement will not do

Only fresh young meat will satisfy you

The purist in you tells you to stay clean



Your conscience now removed with haste

The stench of death reveals the taste

So precisely portrayed within frames - then replaced...



...the stench of death reveals the taste...

...an empty shell is all that remains...

...slow death...