Stick Figure

Welcome to the skin you wear again

The weeping wounds you try to amend

Liar screaming hollow amens

Your conscience disappears each time you sin

New life is a possibility

No one is here to see you bow to me

Throw up your hands to the skies

And welcome the new lords of your demise

On your fear we feed

And this is the way we bleed

No love just hate my fist your face

The tears they pave my indoctrination

Your knees the pain it comes in waves

You can't be saved because I am the way

You can't be saved because I am the way

Lie to my face not my back

I'm not a stick figure

Pray to my face on your back

Three-Dimensional figure

On your fear we feed

And this is the way we bleed