Heavy in your hands
Guess I should have known
Manipulation for one of your own

Now its time for suffering
To shed the skin to which you cling
A relic of my everything
Is all you've left to hold.

I see no answer I should have know
I see no answer aggression in store
I see no answer one of your own
I see no answer comes to a halt

Falling - letting - crawling - shedding

Leave me what I am
A mere shell of a man
... take ...
I come at your command

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Writer(s): ALBERT, VICTOR