art of me won’t go away,
everyday reminded how much i hate it,
Weighted against the consequences Can’’t live without it so
it’’s senseless
Wanna cut it out of my soul
And just live with a gaping hole
find myself, take control of situation,
responisble for education
hang my head low cuz its part of me,
ya hardly see, right down to the heart of me,
Heard of me the routine scar
New cuts cover where the old ones are
And now I’m sick of this
I can’t stand the sandpaper thoughts that grain on my sanity
I rather not even be then the man that’s staring in the mirror
through me

(Pre chorus)