Hanging from our hands, our flesh rendered by the strain
The physical torture deserved, questions left unanswered
Each body broken by a mystery, the desires found within
The dream we had ended in misery, let fall a burning rain
Your voice is but a whisper as my flesh burns with cancer
My life has been offered up, a foul, undesirable sacrifice
But it worthless, I am completely imperfect, this life is...
Can never be worthy, it is empty, being riddled with sin
