There is this face in the still water,
I can't remember ever wearing!
Like fingerprints on your heart,
Reading out the last lines of code.
To the untrained eye a secret,
I bled away the last of you.
Sought trust in shapes, combined results
That trickles from a less than solid case.
Fought off attacks of resurfaced lust,
Burnt the gracing grounds.
Now! What will give in first, the body or the lash?
Monochromatic stains!
Now! Who will cave in first, the leader or the fake?
Monochromatic stains!
This pile of ashes of a soul
Informant pokes about
These sickly little fingers.
Get away from me!
Tread not the path of least restraint,
Speak of evidence of lie – a lie.
The body, the face – all items in place,
I don't remember a thing.
Now! What will give in first, the body or the lash?
Monochromatic stains!
Now! Who will cave in first, the leader or the fake?
Monochromatic…
Stains!
A sacrifice made to the loss of a mind…
Folly a man's demise!
Track down the stain that allow my fall,
Sickening the sight of it all.
Never shall I claim my innocence,
I just wasn't there.
Now! What will give in first, the body or the lash?
Monochromatic stains!
Now! Who will cave in first, the leader or the fake?
Monochromatic stains!