كلمات Scars: Incomplete

Set, the knife, where your father had kissed you Bleed, and watch the pain run black outside your skin Shit, on words some tears told you, how it should be! Blame, the others! It's only the sympathy for hate It's just a matter of pain We slowly see everything die! I bleed in the center of mourn As always I bleed as you cry! Hate, the so called protector of your fallen skin Eyes, believer, can't differ all scars from pain Restrain the fallen stars that bleed your soul Spit out your swallowed pain that embrace your life How come, angels fall down? How come, I can't see myself bleeding? How come, I wish I were dead? How come, I feel like asleep? Burn! Witness! All the hatred has been given to me Lost, distress! In all those scars I bleed again