You fold the fabric of your lie
And hang it up on a clothesline
To never wear again
While I sew the fibers of my pride
To cover me in the afterlife
To bury my own skin
And all you are is anonymous
And all I am is another one
As you roam the streets like it’s your right
And break the windows to try and find
Another for your sin
I paint my home on the outside
Remind myself that I shouldn’t mind
The color worn within
And all you are is anonymous
And all I am is another one
Oh what I’ve become in the face of doubt
A seamstress mending a beggar’s shroud
Before I succ*mb to the thread I’m bound
I’ll tear the life from your open mouth
Lifeless like this, trying to pretend nothing happened
In fear that you’ll walk into someone’s garden
All while I lament that all they are is another one
Oh what I’ve become in the wake of doubt
A seamstress rending a beggar’s shroud
Alone I succ*mb to the thread I’m bound
I find you rapt in a bed you found
If only not to fear you now
I tear the life from your open mouth and take it
I need to erase you...
And now can you see the color worn in me?
The more that you bleed, the more I am free