There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone aroundThey don't know they're dead to me 'cause intent never makes a soundAll along, they found us strangled, lovers have learned from slower handsWith these eleven minutes, I could teach you what I amYou're sick, sick as all the secrets that you denySins like skeletons are so very hard to hideYou're sick, sick as all the secrets that you denySins like skeletons are so very hard to hideThere's a knot of seclusion, production and depressionIf a stranger turns up missing, this song is my confessionTell the tales of the trail of dead, lovers learn from slower handsLosing self in myself, inner demons make demandsYou're sick, sick as all the secrets that you denySins like skeletons are so very hard to hideYou're sick, sick as all the secrets that you denySins like skeletons are so very hard to hideYou're suffocating me, so very hard to breatheMy mask is growing heavy but I've forgotten who's beneathYou're sick, sick as all the secrets that you denySins like skeletons are so very hard to hideYou're sick, sick as all the secrets that you denySins like skeletons are so very hard to hide