We die once our bodies fail our mind But we disappear when our minds leave your memories Fog clings desperately to the ground A second death burns hotter than the first Tell me who I am if you're all knowing The arbiter of moral purity Whose never admitted defeat Whose never atoned for mistakes Your patron saint of perfection You've canonized the lies You use as scripture Your patron saint of respectability I am not the harbinger Of your sanctimonious virtue Tell me who I am Harbinger of nothing