Jigsaw (The Pattern and the Puzzle) - Madder Mortem

Cold leavings, there’s only bleak and lifeless duty

Moan into my ear, though I know

You would break me but I will watch you choke

I’ll tear myself into pieces

and grow out stronger and colder

I turn the tables on you

There’s no place to hide

I tear myself into pieces

There’s nothing here to hold me I tell myself apart from you

Above and beyond

I tear myself into pieces

Know I’m beyond all despair

Don’t turn your back on me again,

transcribing my name to nothing

Hope a saviour with all fingers crossed

I slip on my gloves and carve a flawless icon

into pieces

I tear myself into pieces

Placing me where I belong

Outside all soft dreams and outside the throng

Fools

The error is all in yourselves

The ideal is pure and cruel and nauseates you

So give me the crown and the throne

I render you dead and tear all you completed

into pieces