[Music & lyrics: Mieszko A. Talarczyk]
A new beginning, a fresh clean path
Yet slightly curved and striving to come
The one you thought you were is gone
A loss of faith, all bridges burned
A strong commitment to return
and find the
place where it all began to... burn!
A failure, a disgrace
You'll get yourself erased
An old replacement will not
Only fresh young meat will satisfy you
The purist in you tells you to stay clean
Your conscience now removed with
The stench of death reveals the taste
So precisely portrayed within frames - then replaced...
...the stench of death
reveals the taste...
...an empty shell is all that remains...