Eugan - Charred (Reimagined Version)

The chart frame, the part that stays.
The rest is just a pasted shape.
You weigh your skin as if it's you,
But I see through to the core.
I see you now, your shape, your face,
A sculpture with no detail and no grace.
You do not move, you do not speak,
Just stone me shaping crudely underneath the motion and the skin.
A shipwreck's carcass, that's what hides.
The chart frame, the part that stays.
The rest is just a pasted shape.