I'm ready to be the perfect part of yourself
In the trench, in the run
When you're gone, can you know that you're gone?

It was a win, it is a lose
You're breathing, but the center's falling out
Letting the leaves into my mouth
Loading your screams, while the center's falling out

The run will weep, and the agony will be the scream
The wars will stay, and your legacy can be redeemed

Ah, it was a win, it is a lose
You're breathing, but the center's falling out
Letting the leaves into my mouth
Loading your screams, while the center's falling out

I wish you nothing
The pain glows in misery's bed
While the center's falling out
To the cracks in the doorway
I watch you suffer but do nothing

It was a clutching grip around
Let me take you back to where you're from
I'm foreign, and I'm unmatched
And I'm ready, and I'm
I'm foreign, and I'm unmatched
And I'm ready, and I'm