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A house with no windows has no eyes and no soul.

But trapped within these walls is more

Then you will ever know.

Staring out, the world's an icy plain.

Wondering why you never gave me your name.

The eyes I see you with, they never were my own.

But they see clearly now:

More than you have ever shown.

My maker, my creator, God whence you named.

Vainglory, your idolatry is the same.

Innocence, experience, are songs for other men.

I'm what you made me now from what I'll never be again.

Pulled out of time, out of nature, never to return.

An offering to my maker, you after will burn down.

So look at what you made.

This monster that you made.

Just look at what you made.

This monster that you made.

So look at what you made.

This monster that you made.

Just look at what you made.

This monster that you made.

What you've made...

Piece by piece,

Stitch by stitch you sew.

Only one piece left behind.

You never gave your soul.