From Autumn To Ashes

Creation imperfect
Do you defy this?
Could you and your swollen ego fit into my master plan for failure?
I take the shame to heart and lock it away in a place thats sees not the light of day
I will use it when i see your face again
[your head in your hands and this is my cue,
if three words could heal you i would only speak two,
your eyelids grow heavy and this is my cue,
If three words could heal you i'd only speak two]