You fold the fabric of your lie
And hang it up on a clothesline
To never wear again
While I sew the fibers of my pride
To cover me in the afterlife
To bury my own skin
And all you are is anonymous
And all I am is another one
As you roam the streets like it's your right
And break the windows to try and find
Another for your sin
I paint my home on the outside
Remind myself that I shouldn't mind
The color worn within
And all you are is anonymous
And all I am is another one
Oh, what I've become in the face of doubt
A seamstress mending a beggar's shroud
Until I succumb to the thread I'm bound
I'll tear the life from your open mouth
Lifeless like this
Trying to pretend
Nothing happened
In fear that you'll walk into
Someone's garden
All while I lament
That all they are is another one
Oh, what I've become in the wake of doubt
A seamstress mending a beggar's shroud
Alone I succumb to the thread I'm bound
I find you wrapped in a bed you found
If only not to fear you now
I tear the life from your open mouth
And take it
I need to erase you
And now, can't you see
The color worn in me?
The more that you bleed
Now, can you see
The color worn in me?
The more I am free