Marks

Dig up, uncover
Remove all the dead skin
Put on the mask
Enter the shelter

Seasons will pass
But winters leave marks
Collect your scars
Remember it all
(To burn it all)

Corrosion and rust
Your armor has turned to dust
Face it all
Fearless
Shameless
Blameless

Judgments will come
Like bullets, like thorns
Use it as a shield
Increase now your will

There's no right answer
There's no truth
We're here only to suffer and die

The real fate
The real sense
Is the fate and sense
That you give to yourself

The illusion of control
Is a fucking torture
Embrace randomness
Do the best you can with this

There's no rewarding
So don't expect it
Or you'll be here to suffer and die

The real beauty
Is found in mud
There's no freedom
Without sacrifice

Pain is a constant
An old friend
A loyal companion
Until the end
It makes you grow