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. Enlightenment 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 it's wounds