Are You Playing Dead?

Erasing every memory I have of you 
I hide the pictures away from me 
Are you happy with what you have done 
Throw away the future that you have created 

I cannot erase you 

A vision of 
Of perfection 
Pull out my eyes 
Cut through my heart 

As these hearts are the 
difference between me and you 

Out of the darkness you 
became the lowest immortal 
The ash felt is my bed, 
these broken foundations in my head 

Free yourself, Free your mind. Free yourself 
As you are captured, sold for spare parts 

A vision of 
Of perfection 
Pull out my eyes 
Cut through my heart 

Burn out my eyes