Single out the dying  Make more room for nothing  Make it so that there is nowhere left to go  You can't buy your soul back  You won't own it ever  You're just renting it until it rips you apart    There's a place where they go and they lie  for the sic and the lame where they can't touch me  When they die underneath all the lies and deceit  We will cover our tracks and you won't find nothing    Trying to put your finger on it  Point your finger at it  Cut your finger    Keep your eyes out of focus  Keep your mind out of synch  Keep your eyes out of focus  And watch it disappear    One will come a day when old wounds open  You let it happen  The sickness has spread too far  Don't let it happen  Your so called compassion is long gone  We see right through you    Trying to put your finger on it  Point your finger at it  Cut your finger    There's a place in my mind where I go  It protects me from love so it can't kill me  So I lie to myself uninflected with guilt  Here I am - There you are  Can you see the difference?    One will come, arms open  One will come, eyes open