There is this face in the still water
I can't remember ever wearing
Like fingerprints on your heart

Reading out the last lines of code
To the untrained eye a secret
I bled away the last of you


Sought trust in shapes of combined results
That trickles from a less than solid case

Fought off attacks of resurfaced lust
Burn the gracing grounds


What will give in first
The body or the lash
Monochromatic stains

Who will cave in first
The leader or the fake
Monochromatic stains


This pile of ashes of a soul
Informant pokes abound

These sickly little fingers
Get away from me


Tread not the path of least restraint
Each piece of evidence a lie, a lie
The body, the face all items in place

I don't remember a thing

A sacrifice made to the loss of mind

Folly a man's demise

Track now the stains that allow my fall

Sickening, the sight of it all
Never shall I claim my innocence
I just was not there