The Regret

Step out of the mould, look at yourself
 realise you're not who you thought and no one could tell
 Now whittle away all the pieces, till everything that matters is gone
 mind hanging from a thread, what feels so good can't be wrong
 Walk the plains of existence, see there's nothing left for us
 hollow structures give into weight, straw used as bricks fool now it's too late
 The missing pieces won't fall into place
 the fount of contempt flows, now come have your taste.
 Tried to abide all of your lies
 to my face you hid poison thorns in sweetened disguise
 Now whittle away all the pieces, till everything that matters is gone
 mind hanging from a thread, what feels so good can't be wrong
 Given everything heart, soul, mind and skin
 dedicate to the cause
 Lost my way again, now this is my sin
 doomed to live what is left, with the thought
 With the thought
 Step out of the mould, look at yourself
 realise you're not who you thought, and we all could tell
 Now whittle away all the pieces, till everything that matters is gone
 mind hanging from a thread, what feels so good can't be wrong.