Stick to your side of the wall Don't gather more than what you can carry The pit isn't how hard the fall But the end of what's left of your memory, oh The blood that rushes from my face My crimson obscured by a smell I can taste My hands were perturbed by what got them first So I'll make something of this curse This won't be the last time (you'll see me) I'm cleaning out what you find (unworthy) I'll make it to the bottom, I'll reach back to the top And all that you've forgotten, I will never let it rot Let it rot Value is how to prescribe the beholder Nothing (nothing) is something to somebody else Wipe off the filth to discover the gold Place it back safe inside on your mental shelf I have been accused I have been abused I was so confused Why I was the one to fall? Inside a rouse Careful what you choose No one likes to lose for someone else The blood that rushes from my face My crimson obscured by a smell I can taste My hands were perturbed by what got them first So I'll make something of this curse This won't be the last time (you'll see me) I'm cleaning out what you find (unworthy) I'll make it to the bottom, I'll reach back to the top And all that you've forgotten, I will never let it rot This won't be the last time (you'll see me) I'm cleaning out what you find (unworthy) I'll make it to the bottom, I'll reach back to the top And all that you've forgotten, I will never let it rot Let it rot This won't be the last time (you'll see me) I'm cleaning out what you find (unworthy) I'll make it to the bottom, I'll reach back to the top And all that you've forgotten, I will never let it rot This won't be the last time (you'll see me) I'm cleaning out what you find (unworthy) I'll make it to the bottom, I'll reach back to the top And all that you've forgotten, I will never let it rot