The Seeker
Freedom in my hands
Seeker for contention
Faker weeding out
Seeker for attention
Four ways in
Only two to leave me
Crier doing up
Sewing up the loose ends

Leaving me without a trace
Now it's time
Sours in the mouth and blisters healing

Open up the coffin
Let me breath the air

Follower; the dirty one
You will die

Sewing up the loose ends
Leaving me without a trace
A brand new face that suits me
Your body fitted