Single out the dyingnMake more room for nothingnMake it so that there is nowhere left to gonYou can't buy your soul backnYou won't own it evernYou're just renting it until it rips you apartnnThere's a place where they go and they lienfor the sic and the lame where they can't touch menWhen they die underneath all the lies and deceitnWe will cover our tracks and you won't find nothingnnTrying to put your finger on itnPoint your finger at itnCut your fingernnKeep your eyes out of focusnKeep your mind out of synchnKeep your eyes out of focusnAnd watch it disappearnnOne will come a day when old wounds opennYou let it happennThe sickness has spread too farnDon't let it happennYour so called compassion is long gonenWe see right through younnTrying to put your finger on itnPoint your finger at itnCut your fingernnThere's a place in my mind where I gonIt protects me from love so it can't kill menSo I lie to myself uninflected with guiltnHere I am - There you arenCan you see the difference?nnOne will come, arms opennOne will come, eyes open