There is this face in the still water
   I can't remember ever wearing
   Like fingerprints on your heart
   Reading out the last lines of code
   To the untrained eye a secret
   I bled away the last of you
  
   Sought trust in shapes of combined results
   that trickles from a less than solid case
   Fought off attacks of resurfaced lust
   Burn the gracing grounds
  
   What will give in first
   the body or the lash
   Monochromatic stains
   Who will cave in first
   the leader or the fake
   Monochromatic stains
  
   This pile of ashes of a soul
   informant pokes abound
   These sickly little fingers
   Get away from me
  
   Tread not the path of least restraint
   each piece of evidence a lie, a lie
   The body, the face all items in place
   I don't remember a thing
  
   A sacrifice made to the loss of mind
   Folly a man's demise
  
   Track now the stains that allow my fall
   sickening, the sight of it all
   Never shall I claim my innocence
   I just was not there