how profetic the insurmountable love i praised
now spawns the insurmountable hatred
for the maskless face you now display
i am still fearfull to disclose the shame i endure
by displaying your dominant features on my face
and your faulty blood inside my own veins
i've tried both the cut and the slow release
but how can i go on living now
without the torment of the incompletness
for all the fragments you framed me in
and all the times i beared your witness
