| A new beginning, a fresh clean path | |
| Yet slightly curved and striving to come back | |
| The one you thought you were is gone | |
| A loss of faith, all bridges burned | |
| A strong commitment to return and find the place where it all began to... burn! | |
| A failure, a disgrace | |
| You'll get yourself erased | |
| An old replacement will not do | |
| Only fresh young meat will satisfy you | |
| The purist in you tells you to stay clean | |
| Your conscience now removed with haste | |
| The stench of death reveals the taste | |
| So precisely portrayed within frames - then replaced... ...the stench of death reveals the taste... ...an empty shell is all that remains... ...slow death... |