Letra de What If He Shouts Back? (The Anti-Tortured Souls Campaign)

All for none, do I smell that fresh stench, so it's like this before me? Hide the skin behind your nails. Kids, won't believe another storyteller. Dreading these days just makes the day seem that much longer. Rebuilding process seems so much longer that it was. Scars still visible, and eyes still see the same old sights. Anticipation is for those sick fucks that enjoy that letdown you find at the end of the path you have chosen for yourself. Kids won't believe another storyteller. never.