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