Sangtekst: Integrity. Incarnate 365.

Imprisoned on this dying shell,
escape is inevitable.
Light burns bright
beneath these eyes,
more than mere flesh lies salvageable.
Imaginations, indefinite neglect,
worst type of crime of all.
Child's mind, all the time,
before you become, your own, evil.
Thrown away tomorrows
scattered along the sides of the road,
the nights lied awake plotting,
the demise of a love.
You will never know