Praise my devotion,embrace my perfection
like I have no soul to rely on,i don't feel emotion...can't you see I have no option?
you dress me as you please,you tell me how to act
you direct my every step,even the beat of my own heart,I am made from flesh and blood.
a living puppet,strings made of nerves and skin.But there are times I feel that I need to breathe outside this coffin,in which I'm sealed within.
My coal black tears fall like a blizzard of dust from my torn eyelashes,crumbling to ashes.
for even if i will be freed,memories will remain
to torture me like fresh scars of my past's eternal pain.