Speak in flames 
Infliction the devices 
Resting on the shadows false promises 
Still 
Arousing still 
Separating all of that you feel which still 
Continues to condemn you for your ways 
A thought that wreaks of pain 
An act of true emotion 
Burn the styrofoam remains 
Multiple incisions 
A puncturing of the many senses 
A lack of truth evolved 
Raw defenses 
And a portrait of you depth declined 
Swine Apprentice 
For one example 
The flock was raised in the cold 
Points of afterbirth, Suffocate from the cold 
And I'm pouring out my chest, leaking in the 
Freezing cold 
Heed the chosen words, produce manifold 
I paid my dues 
My hands calloused and ashed 
Reveal infected wounds and my scabbing scars 
Caress my broken back