Lyrics:

Single out the dying Make more room for nothing Make it so that there is nowhere left to go You can't buy your soul back You won't own it ever You're just renting it until it rips you apart There's a place where they go and they lie for the sic and the lame where they can't touch me When they die underneath all the lies and deceit We will cover our tracks and you won't find nothing Trying to put your finger on it Point your finger at it Cut your finger Keep your eyes out of focus Keep your mind out of synch Keep your eyes out of focus And watch it disappear One will come a day when old wounds open You let it happen The sickness has spread too far Don't let it happen Your so called compassion is long gone We see right through you Trying to put your finger on it Point your finger at it Cut your finger There's a place in my mind where I go It protects me from love so it can't kill me So I lie to myself uninflected with guilt Here I am - There you are Can you see the difference? One will come, arms open One will come, eyes open