Simulacrum

You'll catch me digging through debris to find a spark
Still blame myself for what happened to me, missing parts
Alone black hearts spin yarns of fantasy
And I back out if someone gets too close to me

My grass rarely ever is green it's dead and blonde
Bricks thrown through this old abbey, restraints undone
My swan song is a black tattoo that stings
And I got strong feeding off blessed agony

Not keeping track of casualties, no bridge is home
Try and scratch this off of me but it's in the bone
Left here to rot and not here for your sympathy
Take these black thoughts and wire them like a battery

Mannequins feed the void and with you gone I freed my voice.