Black on black
Something automatic
Something sight unseen
I have succumbed to this before
Through malignancy, with sympathy
With shame when words collide
Stuck on the downside...
Every time I think it's over
[I am nameless and I am dying]
[I am blameless, yet I am dying]
I could cut myself to prove that the wire is real
I am the colour
I am the shape
I am the form
I am disease
I am the colour

I am the shape
I am the form
I am release
A shallow distance
Love in remission now
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net ]
While everything's dead inside
At least the sun shines down again
In horror he fell
This well etched mask of tragedy belies
The light of a funeral for a friend...
I ripped the wound by falling over...
[I am nameless and I am dying]
[I am blameless, yet I am dying]
[In suffrage now I cannot see]
[I'm not half as whole as I used to be]
I will cut myself to prove that the wire is real
I have cut myself to prove that the wire is real
I have cut myself, and they have cut me...