There's nobody here, there's nobody near 
I try not to care, dead eyes always stare 
Let these matters be, don't trust what you see 
Take hold of your time, step into the line 
There's innocence torn from its maker 
And stillborn, the trust in you 
This failure has made the creator 
So would you tell him what to do
Leave your mark upon the head of someone 
Who'll cry for his state, we know it's too late 
I turn round to see what was meant to be 
Faint movement release to rid the disease
There's innocence torn from its maker 
And stillborn, the trust in you 
This failure has made the creator 
So would you tell him what to do