Scars

Sharp-tongued words Cutting from within Do you feel it? Lost faith Found original sin Did you feel it? Did you feel it rip out? Hate the sight of blood unless it's On your hands Salt in the wound Dispel the myth of modern man Take your pound of flesh I'd rather have my mind Expose you to yourself Expose you to your lies I played dead Now you've run out of time Did you feel it? Did you feel it rip out? Yeah Blood on his hands She bears the scars