Our Scars

Our scars, our scars have made us who we are

There is bliss in suffering

So we carve the knives in deeper and deeper to feel something

Oh how I'm longing to feel effer vescent and real

Effer vescent and real

Close your eyes, this'll go away maybe

The fodness I seek hidden within memories

So far down you cannot see it

I locked the door and threw away the key that you will never get from me

What will it take for you to admit that you're just as lost as I am

Stop pretending it'll be just fine and never say that I'll be alright

I am just as broken as you

I won't be sound until you're nowhere (to be) found

Closing my eyes makes staying here and alive

Worth the price of irrelevance

Existence is pain

Our scars, our scars have made us who we are

There is bliss in suffering

So we carve the knives in deeper and deeper to feel something

Oh how I'm longing to feel effer vescent and real

Effer vescent and (real)

To feel whole is to consume all that feeds your desire for pain

Become one with the hate that flows through your veins

Only then will you be strong enough to endure

The insufferable longevity of life itself

There is bliss in suffering

You are weak

Do not speak