Resurrection
Is everything that can die and live again
But that which dies is never the same
Manifestation
May be the art of reviving what you desire
Yet what you manifest
Will never be exactly what you asked for
Perforation
Is everything that passes through your body
Deep into your entrails
Creating nothing but pain
Perfection
Is the grief we carry
When we realize
That everything we do
Feels wrong
Putrefaction
Is what dwells within us
During our darkest moments
Filled with deep cracks
On the edge of death
Fear
Is what I have
I don't cry
I don't cry
I don't cry
I don't cry
Kill my head