The Kept - Deceased

Disfigured alone the other side of me I’ve seen myself from inside

Turned around I face identity it’s the only shadow in my past

On this new day I approach it from the outside inside wants nothing more

From me

Transplant ready

Keeping what it wants from me

The change is coming

What will be kept when all is done?

Is the image even broken staring back at me or is the aura just showing

What’s inside?

No one can ever tell you which image is correct the only one that’s sure

Is no one

Reflections of a person an existence of the flesh but flesh is worthless

Without mind

Transplant ready

Keeping what it wants from me

Change is coming

What will be kept when all is done?

The fears I fear yet never have I made the change

For years and years yet every day it ends the same

Lost touch lost time I’m growing older not so wise

Mature, naive, and every day it ends the same

Lost touch lost time I’m growing older not so wise

Mature, naive, this really has to end

I’ve uncovered more to the stagnate man detached the holding shell

There’s a million ways to rebuild the mind an always changing force

Through trial and error thought for thoughts there’s a feel I’m looking for

A connected aura trying to take hold just a little more

Now caught in a brainstorm thoughts all locked away right here at the

Start now I stand

Maybe I’ll find at some other time my ways can never be changed

This lesson I’ve taken is nothing new at all keeping face just the best

That I can

Transplant failure

Keeping all that is me

Makes no changes

I’ve kept it all for I am me!!!

The fears I fear yet never have I made the change

For years and years yet every day it ends the same

Lost touch lost time I’m growing older not so wise

Mature, naive, and every day it ends the same

Lost touch lost time I’m growing older not so wise

Mature, naive, today won’t end the same

Behind the faces which we own sits a long lost entity

Beyond the mask we hide our pain through the faces that we keep