Stabbed in the back by a memory

There's nothing left

I'm empty inside

I've lost my heart, my soul and all that's left is pride

I'd give my life to just turn back the clock

At the very least if I could make it stop

I am becoming death

How can I say what can't be said?

Yearn to be one with the fragrant dead

To bathe forever in the tears we shed

And if its my maker that I'm gonna meet then I will beg him to unmake me

Veil lifted from my eyes

I see myself for the first time

I still bear the scars of treachery

Buried deep within myself there hides the enemy

This coming of rage

A virus in me

I cling to my demons oh, so desperately

I am becoming death

How can I say what can't be said?

Yearn to be one with the fragrant dead

To bath forever in the tears we shed

And if it's my maker I'm gonna meet then I will beg him to unmake me

Bare the scars