You've Grown Into This Faceless Mask And Empty Shell

And, Like A Ghost Of Your Indulgence, You Wear Them Well.

Still Haunting Something, By Your Own Hand, Lost

And You Shiver With The Chilling Sense

You've Saved Nothing For Yourself...



The Lies, The Games,

Devoid Of Guilt Or Shame

Now You Resent What You Became

And The Reality Of Only You To Blame



You Wander Through Each Desperate Hour And Numbered Day

And Long To Hold Each Wasted Moment Spent In Vain

Still Missing Something You've Slain So Wrecklessly

And Ignored It Through Shortsightedness

The Thought That Someday You Might Care



The Lies, The Games,

Devoid Of Guilt Or Shame

Now You Resent What You Became

And The Reality Of Only You To Blame



Now You Resent What You Became

And The Reality Of Only You To Blame



You've Grown Into This Faceless Mask And Empty Shell

And, Like A Ghost Of Indulgence, You Wear Them Well

Still Haunting Something, By Your Own Hand, Lost

And You Shiver With The Chilling Sense

You've Saved Nothing...

Nothing For Yourself...



Now You Resent What You Became

And The Reality Of Only You To Blame