I Decline के बोल

The caustic stain of guilt on once sterile hands. I have gone numb in my conspiracy of one. I am easily pleased, just a little time before i decline. I need... A purpose for these arms, a care to breed new life, A purpose for these hands, a reason i need... A reason to fall and a reason to dive. It's the wait i fear the most. Set free mortal coil, come purest of pain. A serious reality, elusive and free. I breathe forgiveness in. The other moment i found me in a chamber filled with irony. Screaming, falling into grace for a moment only.