No amount of love will free me from my flaws Perfection fits its noose around my neck Shed the failing shell as I await my end Pursuing decaying foundation Longing to withdraw inherited excess To recreate the form from which I came No amount of love will free me from my flaws Perfection fits its noose around my neck No amount of love will free me from my flaws Or shield me from what mirrors might reflect Dissection of self: I ache to be anyone else Dissection of self: I ache to be anyone else A veil of confidence, torn and transparent Revealing the bitter taste of truth Carried in the wind, harvested organs Will revise a mold that went unmatched I ache to be anyone else No amount of love will free me from my flaws Perfection fits its noose around my neck No amount of love will free me from my flaws Or shield me from what mirrors might reflect Dragging my face through broken glass I see no god in me I see no god in me Dragging my face through broken glass I see no god in me I see no god in me