Scabbard - Live Fucked Up | Текст песни

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Childish eyes he slowly opens, he doesn`t know if there is morning
Or even the night, here is no light
Completed, to live this way by the circumstances
Maybe it`s not too late to return from darkness

To begin again as a human, as a human
Nobody wants to understand his feelings, state of soul
It doesn`t matter where he lives, it is matter where
It`s quiteHe doesn`t obstruct to nobody in air-schaft

A few rats is his comunity time is healing
The bloody wounds on his bodyWounds on his soul` remain
Fever dreams still recall, the same pictureScreaming parents,
Dirty bad names, contempt senseless beating, psychic slavery

Threats, torment instead of touches
He doesn`t has more power to stand it on
Even he has a quite, solitude hurts, there is no feel of certainty
To look for the food instead of games, to be scared of every wake

Closed into own self in fis own world
Dirty, hungry but even so ownHe doesn`t obstruct to nobody in air-schaft
A few rats is his comunity
He will not go home, everything
Would be repeatingHe see his future dark .....

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