Grind me down to dust inside of your head Find my final shape underneath your skin A mass forms inside of your head And underneath your skin My hate will burn inside your veins Spreading throughout your being I saw you burning; consumed by doubt A hell of your invention where you belong. I scarred myself trying to help Begging, pleading for you to come back to yourself. Count your breaths as precious gifts As you waste the time you have left I take my shape under your skin Scratch at your flesh as I dig my way in Day by day your spirit grows weaker, your being fades