Lay Your Ghosts to Rest

Lyrics

Prospect 2: Under it all - a new world Under it all - a new world A new world made with the hands of madness These hands, these hands, these hands They will always do the cutting Piece by piece the pain gets worse The pain gets worse If only I could see myself right now The gathering of flesh Transforming my face into an unrecognizable state Smooth out the eyes, smooth out the lips Every mirror is a past idea smashed upon recognition (These selfish reasons... the letter is all I left for explaining) Will it be found? Will the right hands deliver the heartache I left? Will it be found? Will the right hands deliver the heartache I left? Cut until all that is left is new material Myself, day in, day out Deep down I know what I must do So much happens behind closed doors So much happens behind our closed doors This key will open them, expose us all Crusty-eyed symphony Awakened by my grunts and moans Why do I do this to myself? I suppose the choice was all mine God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse On the surface I know what I must do What I must do God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse On the surface, I know what I must do What I must do, what I must do What I must do, what I must do Folder 502: The precaution documents The fail-safe way back "home" Should I end it right here and now? The precaution documents The fail-safe way back "home" Should I end it right here and now? That would be far too selfish I shall end what I've begun The creation of more, more of us The skin and bones of destruction An army of weak souls, weak minds Weak souls, weak minds Weak souls, weak minds Weak souls, weak minds Weak souls, weak minds Weak souls, weak minds Weak souls, weak minds Weak souls, weak life (Written in a language I can understand. My brilliance seems questioned with these instructions. Fairly obvious for precaution documents I suppose. The "Night Owls" always send me back. Seems to be in ther DNA) .fade out I wake to my own whimper Ship is counting down Must regroup myself I wake to my own whimper Ship is counting down The end starts now Cut until all that is left is new material Myself, day in, day out Cut until all that is left is new material Myself, day in, day out