I was reformed with a face for war Bestowed in arms to feed the fleas My murderers will break records holding hands with my disease And still it's shadow moves through me If I could see it all that much more clearly Would I see a man in white to greet me Or the holes in the black beneath I'm melting in indigo so thin The table's set Dig in And still it's shadow moves through me If I could see it all that much more clearly Would I see a man in white to greet me Or the holes in the black beneath You're a good sport And you've been such a good sport Control me, alternate me, delete and then re-invent me