THE SCAR AND THE HURT
THE DREAM AND THE BLOOD
WE ARE LOCKED UP INSIDE
IN THE SICKNESS OF OUR TIME
WE ARE LOSING CONTROL
NOW IT’S HARD TO LET IT GO
IT FEELS LIKE DYING ON THE FLOOR
WAKING UP IN PAIN
WE ARE ALONE TOGETHER
NO ONE BELONGS
IN THE MEAN TIME
I’M FALLING DOWN
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO RESET MYSELF
I’M STILL STUCK
INSIDE MY MIND
I CANNOT BREATHE ANYMORE
WE LIVED THROUGH THINGS I CANNOT SAY
I FEEL THE COLD
WHEN YOU TWIST THE BLADE
SO DEEP IN THE CUTS
WE ARE BLOOD
WE ARE HURT
WE ARE THE FORSAKEN
WE’RE LIVING IN VAIN
AS WE DIE INSIDE
IN THE MEAN TIME
I’M FALLING DOWN
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO RESET MYSELF
I’M STILL STUCK
INSIDE MY MIND
I CAN’T COMPETE ANYMORE
DID THEY EVER TELL YOU TO BE STRONGER?
DID THEY EVER FORCE YOU TO BE FINE?
THERE IS SOMETHING THAT THEY’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
EVERYTHING CANNOT BE ALIGNED
WHEN YOU LOST THE WAY
AND YOU FEAR YOURSELF
WHEN THE PAIN NEVER LETS YOU GO
IT’S HARD TO PUSH YOURSELF
THROUGH ANOTHER DAY
NOTHING KILLS YOU LIKE YOUR OWN TWISTED MIND
I CAN’T COMPETE ANYMORE
IN THE MEAN TIME
I’M FALLING DOWN
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO RESET MYSELF
CANNOT BE LIKE YOU WANT ME TO
DON’T WANT TO BE LIKE YOU ALL
I JUST WANT TO LURK IN THE DARK
START OVER AGAIN
BLOOD
