Pulling myself apart
cell by cell
to find the cleaner me,
to see the purer me.
Scraping apart my skin
to shed what layers have formed
so that others may see
just how ugly I truelly am.
Fold the dollars
and hide them away
so no one else may see
the sin which you carry beneath your shell.
Shed your layers
and let them face
your inner demon,
that which was consumed by your angel.
But now it is too cold.
Now it is too cold to lose what warmth you have left.
But you hold it all dear, still.
Yes you still hold it all in.
So what do you do now,
now that every layer has been shed.
What do you see now,
now that your eyes have unclouded.
Why do you continue to lie,
why are you still telling me what isn't the truth?
Why do you still use those cherished words,
when we all know its not the truth.
And now its too hot.
Now its too hot to loose your cool.
But you're holding it all still, my dear,
why do you still hold it dear?
And the echoes are getting quiet,
oh the silence is music to our ears.
I guess while we're in this moment,
I'll allow you one more dance.
Still you speak those gentle words,
could it be for once they are not false?
But its much to cold to believe
yet much too hot to be deciet.
So why do you continue,
why have you not shed the lie?
Why do you still say its true,
why won't you deny it?
It's much too close now,
neither hot nor cold,
but comfort rests upon this area.
It's then I realize the truth was told.
cell by cell
to find the cleaner me,
to see the purer me.
Scraping apart my skin
to shed what layers have formed
so that others may see
just how ugly I truelly am.
Fold the dollars
and hide them away
so no one else may see
the sin which you carry beneath your shell.
Shed your layers
and let them face
your inner demon,
that which was consumed by your angel.
But now it is too cold.
Now it is too cold to lose what warmth you have left.
But you hold it all dear, still.
Yes you still hold it all in.
So what do you do now,
now that every layer has been shed.
What do you see now,
now that your eyes have unclouded.
Why do you continue to lie,
why are you still telling me what isn't the truth?
Why do you still use those cherished words,
when we all know its not the truth.
And now its too hot.
Now its too hot to loose your cool.
But you're holding it all still, my dear,
why do you still hold it dear?
And the echoes are getting quiet,
oh the silence is music to our ears.
I guess while we're in this moment,
I'll allow you one more dance.
Still you speak those gentle words,
could it be for once they are not false?
But its much to cold to believe
yet much too hot to be deciet.
So why do you continue,
why have you not shed the lie?
Why do you still say its true,
why won't you deny it?
It's much too close now,
neither hot nor cold,
but comfort rests upon this area.
It's then I realize the truth was told.
