The Manifestation (Bonus)

You pick up what's left of your Life, it's all right there on the Ground.
You'll brush it clean from Ants and s***, but some of it just won't come off.
So face the Wall if you're crying, hide your Fear in your Hands.
You see this is far from over, Idle Hands now shape your World.
You cut your Nails with your Finger, drive Nails down deep in your Soul.
It's written on the Wall for good Time Call, A hellish Manifestation.

The charred Remains of your Dreams, blend well with the Ashes of your Hope.
So far out of reach, no ending in sight, Solitude hands you the Rope.