A new beginning, a fresh clean path 
Yet slightly curved and striving to come back 
The one you thought you were is gone 
A loss of faith, all bridges burned 
A strong commitment to return and find the place where it all began to... burn! 
A failure, a disgrace 
You'll get yourself erased 
An old replacement will not do 
Only fresh young meat will satisfy you 
The purist in you tells you to stay clean 
Your conscience now removed with haste 
The stench of death reveals the taste 
So precisely portrayed within frames - then replaced... ...the stench of death reveals the taste... ...an empty shell is all that remains... ...slow death...