"Lay Your Ghosts To Rest" lyrics

[Prospect 2]

Under it all
A new world
Under it all
A new world
A new world made with the hands of madness
These hands
These hands
These hands
They will always do the cutting
Piece by piece the pain gets worse, pain gets worse
If only I could see myself right now
The gathering of flesh
Transforming my face into an unrecognizable state
Smooth out the eyes
Smooth out the lips
Every mirror is a past idea smashed upon recognition
Will it be found?
Will the right hands deliver?
The heartache I left
Will it be found?
Will the right hands deliver?
The heartache I left
Cut until all that is left is new material
Myself
Day in, day out
Deep down I know what I must do
So much happens behind closed doors
So much happens behind our closed doors
This key will open them
Expose us all
Crusty-eyed symphony
Awakened by my grunts and moans
Why do I do this to myself?
I suppose the choice was all mine
God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
On the surface, I know what I must do
What I must do
God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
On the surface, I know what I must do
What I must do
What I must do
What I must do
What I must do
The precaution documents
The fail safe way back "home"
Should I end it right here and now?

[FOLDER 502]

The precaution documents
The fail safe way back "home"
Should I end it right here and now?
That would be far too selfish
I shall end what I've begun
The creation of more
More of us
The skin and bones of destruction
An army of weak souls
Weak minds
Weak souls
Weak minds
Weak souls
Weak minds
Weak souls
Weak minds
Weak life
Weak minds
Weak souls
Weak minds
Weak souls
Weak minds
Weak souls
Weak life

I wake to my own whimper
Ship is counting down
Must regroup myself
I wake to my own whimper
Ship is counting down
The end starts now
Cut until all that is left is new material
Myself
Day in, day out
Cut until all that is left is new material
Myself
Day in, day out