Flesh was to sever, a palette to harness the
pain. With stainless steel, we took back control
of our fate. His skin so fair, a newly stretched
canvas. (here was born a filthy blood red
mark)Redemption dies hard when you've ripped out
the roots at the seams. Pins and needles bled our
black blood hearts. Hold the knife closer, just
nine more steps toward the gate...You've already
swallowed the key.

Have you ever heard a scream this for real? Have
you ever shattered silence...

Perpetuate the unpredicted, dying for these scars
we wear. Scars are tokens of the present. Refusing
to accept our share of shit.

Scars are forever, a testimony to our needs,
undaunted by our shallow lives, our need to
bleed. Flesh was severed, a testimony to our
needs, undaunted by our fragile lives, our need
to bleed.

Undaunted by our fragile lives. Our flesh was
severed to the bone.