Remove the pigment
Undo the damage
Strip me of every trace
Take out my bones
Unravel my hair
And unpick the stitches that hold me in place
My blood is red but you will not see it
And I'm wondering where this leaves us now
What is left of me?
Will you let me see what is left of me?
What is left of me?
Deconstruct the story
Neutralise my emotions
Erase my past and mute my voice
Rid me of desires
Subtract my dimensions
You look at me as if I have a choice
What is left of me?
Will you let me see what is left of me?
What is left of me?
Will you let me see what is left of me?
What is left of me?
You separate every piece I'm made of
Till there's nothing left and you can just move on
'Cause you don't mind whether I survive
I was never more than a figure in the half light
I was never more than a figure in the half light
My blood is red and still you won't see it
Now I'm fading like you never knew my name
What is left of me?
Will you let me see what is left of me?
What is left of me?
Will you let me see what is left of me?
What is left of me?
Will you let me see what is left of me?
What is left of me?
What is left of me?
What is left of me?