One second you know, I was just trying to go // Capture the essence of the picture you know // Scream at your lies, erase them inside // But frozen frames remain at the source of the crime // And now it's I // Me, whoever to blame, I can't see // Troubled, disfunctional and without a muffled cry at the scene // Disturbed, out of whack I believe // It's the ownership of me, she stole it, i'm still in disbelief... Harsh, it is this reality // I can't feel or touch, blown out of proportion, too much // Breaking the crutch // Stumbling while crawling, without a symbolistic lust // Blinded by the dust // Within the crust, scattered remains will bust // The waiting list exceeded, but what was the rush? It wasn't to hard to breathe when they're pumping me // I hated the scene // A portrait painted inside, torn apart by the breeze // While the edges stain // The essence remains // And the faces inside remind me of the days // Strangled away // This isn't what I once knew...nothing's the same.