The impact of a turning table
Sound of suspense pronounced
Call for help, voice disabled
Rung dry of every ounce

I am a rash labeled and diminished
I am a layer of haste misrepresented
Soft, faint, sick and weak
Bruised by the tongue dug in my cheek
I am why God is embarrassed of his image

Dancing for rain
Don't see a drop
If the ground won't sustain
Strike a match, burn the crop
Petrified, nothing to sow or provide

What if this is all that I amount to?
Just enough to disappoint you
A ceiling I know I can reach
But I still can't break through (still can't break through)
What if this is all that I ever amount to?

Sterilized
Sterilized
No option left but to hide
Soft, faint, sick and weak
Soft, faint, sick and weak
I'm soft, faint, sick and weak
Counting the days 'til I'm obsolete

I am a spill
Seeping through the pressure cracks
Swallowing a bitter pill
But the medicine still won't react

Rung dry of every ounce
Disfigured and empty
No option but to hide
When the fragile all resemble me

What if this is all that I amount to?
More than enough to disappoint you
Trying to fit where I don't belong
If I make a sound, I make it wrong
What if this is all that I am?

Soft, faint, sick and weak
Soft, faint, sick and weak
I'm soft, faint, sick and weak
Soft, faint, sick and weak, fuck

The architect of my own deceit

Reason is no match for pain
And I'm definitely not any match for mine
Not even close