Ignite a flame so pure True perfection is the cure From my temples

Ignite a flame so pure
True perfection is the cure
From my temples to my jaw
My scars they hide no more
Oh, sculture with no name
Please decorate  my frame
My jagged spinal chain
My artist of disdain
The beauty that I see in stick and stones and bones
My supernatural fortitude resignating when I'm alone
Averty your eyes from me
A ghostly memory
The lights are on but no one's home my sticks and stones and bones