There's something inside me that softly kills everyone around They don't know they're dead to me because intent never makes a sound All along they have found I strangled lovers who have learned from slower hands In these eleven minutes I could teach you what I am You're sick as all the secrets that you deny Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide There is an art in seclusion Production in depression if a stranger turns up missing Count this song as my confession Tell the tales of the trail of dead Lovers learn from slower hands Losing self in myself Inner demons make demands You're sick as all the secrets that you deny Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide You're suffocating me, so very hard to breathe My mask is growing heavy but I have forgotten who's beneath You're sick as all the secrets that you deny Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
