Wounds Of Rejection

If I fall, will you follow?
For I am down
If you fall, I will follow
Cause I am a part of you

My wounds will bleed
From your cutting words
Your skin is the void, a sanctum of wreckage

My wounds still bleed
From your cutting words
Your skin is the void, a sanctum, for my wreckage

Enlightment is for martyrs
And you've built me a monument of light
A false beacon, where I'll wreak my ship

The wise sometimes from wisdom ways depart
Rejection regains its wounds