[Verse 1: Ritchy Stanchfield]

Lacerations

Bloom beneath the flesh

Desolation

No past regrets

Covered in sores

Beaten and broken

In times of desperation, just let me rest

[Verse 2: Ritchy Stanchfield]

Dead weight dies

Without a name

No clean breaks, just peeling shame

[Pre-Breakdown: Ritchy Stanchfield]

Grief with grit

Salt in the wounds

Cauterizing what's left you

What's left you

What's left you

[Breakdown: Ritchy Stanchfield]

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[Outro: ?]

[?] is only a mission

A dream

Nothing exists [?]