Behind the eyes of my compassion lies a suffering soul,
In my blood - a bitter darkness slowly taking it's toll,
Feel the death of our connection and the fading of light,
Between the shards of sudden panic, from choking on my life.
I see the scars of your addiction, and the feeling you hide,
A blackened heart from all the hatred you will never rewind,
Within the depths of your depression hear you pleading for help,
Your just a shell of vacant ruin, a portrait of myself.
I can't breathe alone,
You can guide me home.
I am the face of your affliction, feeding new life through the cracks in your skull.
Beneath the skin of your aggression is a thickening fear,
Swelling plague from every devastating voice that you hear,
You feel the throes of contradiction in the world that you left,
Another day in your delusion - the never-ending death.
I can't breathe alone,
You can guide me home,
I can't feel you here,
You can draw me near.
I am the face of your affliction, feeding new life through the cracks in your skull,
I am the pain of your conviction, stabbing you, right through the back of your soul.
This is life, this is love.
I am the face of your affliction, stabbing you, right through the back of your soul,
I am the face of your affliction, feeding new life through the cracks in your skull,
I am the pain of your conviction, stabbing you, right through the back of your soul.
