stabbed in the back by a memory there s nothing left i m empty inside i ve lost my heart my soul and all that s left is pride i d give my life to just turn back the clock at the very least if i could make it stop i am becoming death how can i say what can t be said yearn to be one with the fragrant dead to bathe forever in the tears we shed and if its my maker that i m gonna meet then i will beg him to unmake me veil lifted from my eyes i see myself for the first time i still bear the scars of treachery buried deep within myself there hides the enemy this coming of rage a virus in me i cling to my demons oh so desperately i am becoming death how can i say what can t be said yearn to be one with the fragrant dead to bath forever in the tears we shed and if it s my maker i m gonna meet then i will beg him to unmake me bare the scars