It's been a part of me for so long; to release, i can't seem to see.
But now i see the truth of who you've always been. union begins to fade.

Fill me up til i can't hear it's voice in my head.
Make an instrument of this dead shell i have.
I've tried and tried and i've always failed.
Would you take my place? it is yours to take. i've had enough of this skin!

Skin irritating me, corrupting what i believe about who i am.
I am free! it says, "i am not, can't you see that you're stained?"
You lie! it was never me!

I hate it! it's tearing me to pieces.
When will i be rid of this skin i hate?
When will i be able to shed this skin i hate?