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