Lyrics:

The visage crumbled, but ignore the wreckage. Its worth
was loaned.

As with mange brought by the flea, as with stares brought
by the gangly, were all marked by the path of our
births. As with mange brought by the flea, like the call
of the unclean, weve been pulled, and the only direction
is down.

The reek of our kin betrays the stain weve hid.

Im the hold. Im a mark, a lock. I wouldnt have lost my
breath for lack of a cause. Good god, I couldnt break
free in time from the grasps of stragglers. Grounded and
shamed, dragged kicking back through the dirt. Were all
marked. Always.