Laid waste in a violent crash That took her life and sent her soul back Tormented constantly, obsessed with skin Picking up your tools of the trade Set out immortalize Sculptures remind you of what you dream of Hammering away at grey, hardy stone Sad attempt to reclaim the known Dreams remind you of the guilt you feel But you still hammer away with steel Clinging to life Waking up, your life is slipping The sculpture's back is splitting Surreal reality Consumed, through the cracks both you and her bleed Chipping away at your leg You're turning into what you are obsessed by It will consume you And you lie there on the hard ground Witnessing the disintegration Of the only statue in your life For which you had adoration