Whittled to an Edge - Cold Painted Soul Mix

You made me does it make you proud
 You created me in your shit made shroud
 Does it feel good to make me feel so small
 Does it even bother you one little bit at all
 Stale meat served upon a tray
 Behind the face of redemption
 Ripe with the smell of betrayal
 And the results of defactation
 An empty carcass holding promises
 Grows stale with empty eyes
 The truth so sacred life so short
 And vast with broken jagged lies
 The chains of memories hold vast
 To keep me balanced on this ledge
 I've tried a thousand times
 It's got me whittled down right to an edge
 Peel all the layers away
 Until there's nothing left to peel
 Beneath the scabs and the scars and the flesh
 Till there's nothing left to steal
 You suck the life from everything
 That tries to breathe
 And strip away what you need
 To satisfy your own lust and disease
 An empty carcass holding promises
 Grows stale with empty eyes
 The truth so sacred life so short
 And vast with broken jagged lies
 The chains of memories hold vast
 To keep me balanced on this ledge
 I've tried a thousand times
 It's got me whittled down right to an edge
 I can give what you want
 I can give what you need
 I can give what you want
 I am everything you need
 (x4)