Come find me, I will be disappointing.
You're fading, so what am I doing here?
I know you say that I can't be trusted.
I need your faith, I've grown maladjusted.
Don't quit just yet, I'll be lost forever,
You are my saving grace.
Come save me, won't you come save me?
You won't find me where you left me.
No, you won't ever find me.
Quick climbing digits,
Quicker quick climbing distance.
Prosthetic honesty has never been tied so close to me.
The future is bleak, dark like her.
A travesty of what we were.
Murmurs deep, for the audience.
If I could only hear them,
Well maybe they would shake hands with my conscience.