I'm picking it apart while the pieces are left As I disintegrate into my own bereft Sifting through the fragments cause there's oceans of loss Sorting through the ashes and the particles lost Micro termination is all I have here Gripping to illusions all rooted in fear Rotten overlays masking up all the proof As I lay in my grid and uncover the truth Just finish it off There's a place where you get where you've had just enough And there's a point where you take more than you ever should of And there's a day where you come to the face of the end Where realize you should have never began There's a place in your head where the people are dust And the beauty of life is you have none to trust You've exceeded the verge of the limits you're in So the question becomes not if but when Finish it off Become your none