Bones and skin; lying. Bones and skin; lying.

I was smelling dust, Flowers on the graveyard going pale and rust. I was smelling dust, Flowers on the graveyard going pale and rust.

I can't say, I didn't start fresh, Left bones, skin and flesh. I can't say, I didn't start fresh, Left bones, skin and flesh.

Poetry is blood and bones, And every raw emotion and Poetry is blood and bones, And every raw emotion and

Clipped bones to the ground, Shattered pieces of heart all around. Clipped bones to the ground, Shattered pieces of heart all around.

But wrong habits if the transition to our Character. But wrong habits if the transition to our Character.