Can't stand to live in this void,
blood flows cold and skin is dead.
My mind plays tricks on me I wish it was real,
But I am numb, I thought I could feel.
My thoughts is playing on repeat,
running down this one-way street.
There is no way for me to turn around,
I'm moving faster now straight into the ground.
Ref: Scarred, I want to feel real pain
I need to be defleshed.
Bruised, tear my skin straight off.
I got to be stripped down.
My mind is weak and my soul is dust,
a pawnshop halo soiled by rust.
Dismal thoughts are my companionship.
I crave these lies just to keep a grip.
I suffer plague of disbelief,
salvation is my world of grief.
Screaming, tearing making silent noise.
This self-content is my new drug of choice.
Ref: Scarred, I want to feel real pain
I need to be defleshed.
Bruised, tear my skin straight off.
I got to be stripped down.
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