And the clots they never stop. They barricade my veins. And the clots keep building up. They suffocate my brain. I built them to destroy myself. They're circling the prey. I push until I break. I feel them start to scrape. The core of all I am is chiseling away. And every spec of life is gonna rot away in time. We turn to mud or turn to stone it's the grand design. A maze of petrified hearts and I'm lost inside. We all self-destruct to love is to deny. And that is life. And the clots they never stop. They tear beneath my skin. And the clots keep building up. They rip new holes again. You're here to turn me inside out. And then turn me away. For all my life I'd choke. On clouds of savior's smoke. Until my blackened soul was burning away. And every spec of life is gonna rot away in time. We turn to mud or turn to stone it's the grand design. A maze of petrified hearts and I'm lost inside. We all self-destruct to love is to deny. And that is life. We build our castles and we stomp them back to dust. Like ants we climb the hill again. Tell me how many times. Am I supposed to die. Before you lift the cross and let a man rise. And every spec of life is gonna rot away in time. We turn to mud or turn to stone it's the grand design. A maze of petrified hearts and I'm lost inside. We all self-destruct to love is to deny. And that is life. We are the clots