Stick Figure

Welcome to the skin you wear againThe weeping wounds you try to amendLiar screaming hollow amensYour conscience disappears each time you sinNew life is a possibilityNo one is here to see you bow to meThrow up your hands to the skiesAnd welcome the new lords of your demiseOn your fear we feedAnd this is the way we bleedNo love just hate my fist your faceThe tears they pave my indoctrinationYour knees the pain it comes in wavesYou can't be saved because I am the way[x2]Lie to my face not my backI'm not a stick figurePray to my face on your backThree-Dimensional figureOn your fear we feedAnd this is the way we bleed