MY WILL, EVAPORATED IN THE NIGHT
WITH THE THRILL THAT TOOK MY SIGHT
I'M OUT OF TOUCH WITH MYSELF
MY BEST PARTS IN JARS ON A SHELF
THE LAST OUNCE OF BREATH OF WHAT'S LEFT
FOUND ME NUMB AND DEAF
NO LESS, AN URGE WITHIN
TO PURGE FROM SIN
 
STEPPING STONES, MY SECOND CLONES
ALL BUT BROKEN, BRITTLE BONES
MINUTE TO MINUTE, GONE IN A MOMENT
TASTE THE RAZOR, SAVOR, THEN CLONE IT
 
SUFFOCATE ME, HATE AND RAPE ME
BAG, TAG AND TAPE ME
PSYCHO INSANE, TO NAME THE PAIN
IT'S MY LUST FOR THE GAME