I cut myself to the bone
On the shards of your mind, on the fragments of your soul
The pieces lied there, suggestive, seductive
Like a dangerous jigsaw puzzle, like a warm that turns to cold

Never can play
Always remain
Just beyond the reach of hands still unseen
Look but don’t touch
Volatile enough
Serpentine shedding of the skin

Bury your sticker collection
It never could save your soul
Disregard every bitter recollection
Memories melting onto stone

The symptoms of restraint remain unclear
Dulling of the senses
Heightened perceptions
The results of futility aren’t fully understood
Replace growing comprehension
With cancerous pretention

For your own good
Is misunderstood
Through disfigured aspirations, mutated elation
Look but don’t touch
Hostile enough
Comfortable sickness setting in

Bury your sticker collection
It never could save your soul
Disregard every bitter recollection
Memories melting onto stone

Disregard every bitter recollection
Memories melting