Rebirth, tattered and torn
The hell that we once adorned
This shell, weathered and worn
Ripping the heart from the core
Breathe in
The rise and fall
Lead me to feel at all
Fever within my veins
My features disintegrate
You were the campaign slogan on my cigarette
I closed my teeth around the nicotine
I breathed it in while my tongue was still wet
And I have revelled in the fantasy
I have surrendered to the doubt
Where would I be without standing my ground?
I have surrendered to the sound
All of me stubbornly pacing it out
Reverse the cellular scourge
I'm finding it hard to endure
This shell, weathered and worn
Sentience I'm searching for
You were the campaign slogan on my cigarette
I closed my teeth around the nicotine
I breathed it in while my tongue was still wet
And I have revelled in the fantasy
I have surrendered to the doubt
Where would I be without standing my ground?
I have surrendered to the sound
All of me stubbornly pacing it out
Intertwined
Expanding the outline
Intertwined
Abandon the apathy