Feed this insect inside me
Watch my time drippin off from the walls
This silence and stillness
Like a glove with the fingers withdrawn
Sympathy leaves in the cold
Look for an exit but theyre closed
Brief fabrication of what I know

Im hiding my sickness
No motion no feeling
The king of beauty
Leaves this building

Im hiding my sickness
No motion no feeling
The king of beauty
Leaves this building
Living in a body bag
Im waiting, Im waiting

Resurrection of memory
All the thing I remember I hold
A virtual impression
Of a life that Im building alone
Sympathy leaves in the cold
Look for an exit but theyre closed
Brief fabrication of what I know