We see the sin before the saintnWe see the curse before the blessingnWe shake the little that remainsnUntil we are left with nothingnnLook beyond the flesh, look beyond the mindnnWe see the freak before the personnWe see the scars before the healtingnWe hear the lie before the reasonnWe crave the answer; not it's meaningnnWe seek the judgement and not the understandingnWe see the house and not the place we sharednWe look past the story to the endingnWe see the tears and not the soul you bared