WHISPERS IN THE ECHO CHAMBER OF MY MIND
IN THE VOID THEY COME ALIVE AND INTERTWINE
IN THE VOID I SAW ALL I EVER WANTED
BEYOND REALITY, BEYOND THE BINARY

BATHING IN THE BLOOD OF WHO I USED TO BE
OFFERING UP ALL MY IMPERFECT OFFERINGS
BECOME MY OWN FANTASY
TWIST THE OLD SELF INTO POETRY

UNDONE
CUT THE CORDS
CUT TIES
TO YOURS

THIS WORLD WAS NOT DESIGNED FOR US
AND I’VE BEEN PUNISHED, I’VE BEEN BLESSED
SURROUNDED BY LIVING GHOSTS, YOU SEE
I THOUGHT I HAD TO SWALLOW THEM BEFORE THEY SWALLOWED ME
BUT YOU ONLY KNOW THE ONE I’VE BEEN
I’VE SHED A THOUSAND SKINS SINCE THEN
A CURSE UPON THE MONSTER OF MORE
THAT SHIT DOES NOT DEFINE ME ANYMORE

UNDONE
CUT THE CORDS
CUT TIES
TO YOURS

UNDONE
CUT THE CORDS
CUT TIES
TO YOURS

I’M DONE
CUT THE CORDS
CUT TIES
TO YOURS

MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, DONE.