there is this face in the water
i can;t remember ever wearing
like fingerprints on your heart
reading out the last lines of code
to the untrained eye a secret
i bled away the last of you

sought trust in shapes of combined results
that trickles from a less than solid case
fought off attacks of resurfaced lust
burn the gracing grounds

what will give in first
the body or the lash?
monochromatic stains
who will cave in first
the leader or the fake?
monochromatic stains

don;t tread the path of least restraint
each piece of evidence a lie, a lie
the body, the face
all items in place
i don;t remember a thing

track now the stains that allow my fall
sickening, the sight of it all
i will never claim my innocence
i just wasn;t there

music: finch; perfection through silence
mood: irritated