I'm the boy in the corner
Crucified, spit running into my eyes
As the sound of your laughter teaches me how to hate you
Every whole that you carve bleeds me empty and cold

Behind this mask of silence
The watcher waits, wrapped in a sleeping fire
After all you have taken only one thing I can give you
From the holes that you carved some-thing's coming to crawl

I am reborn
Here I am God
Stand and be judged or will you run

I've been waiting, contemplating
Building a web in which I am no longer the fly
All this bleeding, burning, yearning
Turning me into this thing that I've become

Swallowed screams choked by tape bound here in the dark
My will and my way-you are only the start

I'm drifting through a waking dream
Blood congealing on the floor
The pendulum swings again
Won't you save me, call my name

Beware the boy in the corner
Watching you, wrapped in a sleeping fire
After all that you've taken, only one thing he can give you
From the holes that you carved some-thing's coming to crawl

Free falling through a waking dream
Blood congealing on the floor
No answer from above
Blood congealing on the floor