The caustic stain of guilt on once sterile hands

I have gone numb in my conspiracy of one

I am easily pleased, just a little time before I decline

I need...

A purpose for these arms, a care to breed new life

A purpose for these hands, a reason I need...

A reason to fall and a reason to dive

It's the wait I fear the most

Set free mortal coil, come purest of pain

A serious reality, elusive and free

I breathe forgiveness in

The other moment I found me in a chamber filled with irony

Screaming, falling into grace for a moment only