The shape of the figure, the one that's clouding my head
It haunts my dreams
The place beyond death
A presence that brings a chill to my neck
Grinding me down
Stretching me thin
When my mind is ready
He attaches from within
Attached from within
It’s stretching me thin
Attached from within
It lives in my head
Choosing a host
Vulnerable and lost
Nothing left to gain
When you've suffered a loss
Broken down and beaten
The rest is written, a cycle completed
Face to face with what haunts me
The shape of a figure that's far beyond my reach
I’ll separate from your desire
I'll break from your design
My cross will be built from every bridge that I will burn
I've lost
I've failed
And to this absence I am nailed
I've lost
And I've failed
And it still fucking haunts me
I'll take this with me down into hell