I've got scars
I've got scars on my heart
I've got scars
Scars that reach to my very soul
I've got scars because those people, they're made of stone
They're made of stone
I've got scars
Out of the reach of your sight
I've got scars
My fear's bigger, there's no optional fight
I've got scars made by those people of cruel night
Of cruel night
They aren't able to have feelings for others
They can't feel your emotional strife
They were raised by hell well born mother
You can taste only their envious, envious knife
Envious knife
Envious knife
They made my scars
Feed up my nightmares, it's no joke
Still have my scars
No way to heal, just let me choke
Made all my scars, because my weakness, they don't let me go
They don't let me go
They aren't able to have feelings for others
They can't feel your emotional strife
They were raised by hell well born mother
You can taste only their envious, envious knife
Envious knife
Envious knife
Envious knife
Envious knife