Shame’s Mirror

Beneath the shrapnel

And between the worms

Held in fragments

Where lust burns

Carnal taste for a simple mind

Where we pass beyond

The ridges of a spine

Territory means nothing

Where flesh meets steel

Pick apart the frame

Beneath the shrapnel

And between the worms

Held in fragments

Where lust burns

I want to know shame

I want to know shame

I want to feel whats real

I want to pick apart

(Pick apart)

What I was made to feel

(Made to feel)

I want to know shame

(Want to know shame)

I want to feel whats real

(Feel whats real)

I want to pick apart

(Pick apart)

What I was made to feel