What’s it like to never see yourself?To not know what you are, who you are?And why your decisions are so destructiveI’ve cured every illness in my lifeBut you rip our lives apartAnd you rot awayYou infect the roomAnd you rot awayYou infect the roomAnd you rot awayWhat else can these blistered hands do?Worn so fucking raw from swinging the hammerTo crush every mistake you’ve ever madeTo tired to continueTo lifeless to breathTo voiceless to screamAnd you plague my daysAnd you rot awayNothing you ever seem to regretBecause you have buried your conscienceBuried your conscience