Muscle Memory

INSTRUMENTAL
 Remember that pain
 It was me, stretched and torn
 Raped and maimed
 Remember that pain
 It was me, stretched and torn
 See, I am like a tree
 Lines of ages are written in flesh
 Dead but still not free
 To my pieces
 Please give some order, lavage me
 I am still your spieces.
 To my pieces
 Please give some order, lavage me
 Those fingers touched you
 Now mortified, cold in solitude
 And split in two
 Rigid and gorgeously clean
 Muscles recollection time, a short flash
 It was me, meant to mean
 No drige for a moan
 Memory is my own manifestation
 Made of ash, I am gone
 To my pieces
 Please give some order, lavage me
 I am still your spieces.
 Those fingers touched you
 Now mortified, cold in solitude
 And split in two