Rebirth, tattered and torn The hell that we once adorned This shell, weathered and worn Ripping the heart from the core Breathe in The rise and fall Lead me to feel at all Fever within my veins My features disintegrate You were the campaign slogan on my cigarette I closed my teeth around the nicotine I breathed it in while my tongue was still wet And I have revelled in the fantasy I have surrendered to the doubt Where would I be without standing my ground? I have surrendered to the sound All of me stubbornly pacing it out Reverse the cellular scourge I'm finding it hard to endure This shell, weathered and worn Sentience I'm searching for You were the campaign slogan on my cigarette I closed my teeth around the nicotine I breathed it in while my tongue was still wet And I have revelled in the fantasy I have surrendered to the doubt Where would I be without standing my ground? I have surrendered to the sound All of me stubbornly pacing it out Intertwined Expanding the outline Intertwined Abandon the apathy