Is this what you told me to do?
Is this the manner in which
You told me to act?
I deny everything
Like an abstract war criminal
Never a soldier
Always fighting
For something
I'm not entirely sure what

Perfect syncopation
Established after a while
Sooner or later
You'll take my pride as well

If you leave me for dead
It would be a blessing

I am still unknown to you
In my fullest form
But if you want volcanoes
And horror shows
And the kind of mutilated
That reigns inside this box
Atop my shoulders
Then come and speak to me
In that tone of voice

The way you used to
When we were in love