Final Shape

Grind me down to dust inside of your head Find my final shape underneath your skin A mass forms inside of your head And underneath your skin My hate will burn inside your veins Spreading throughout your being I saw you burning, consumed by doubt A hell of your invention where you belong I scarred myself trying to help Begging, pleading for you to come back to yourself Count your breaths as precious gifts As you waste the time you have left (I take my shape under your skin Scratch at your flesh as I dig my way in) I take my shape under your skin Scratch at your flesh as I dig my way in Day by day, day by day Your spirit grows weaker, your being fades