There's writing on his skin again Truth or lie, he can't explain The words are his, but not his voice He live inside another's choice Mirrors break and show him still A face rebuilt by his own will Each scar a story he redesigned To cage the guilt inside his mind He's chasing down the man he invented A stranger his heart defended The ink won't fade, but he forget The truth's a script he haven't read yet Yet Haven't read yet Yet He wear the pain like borrowed skin A story told from deep within Each photograph rewrites the scene And kills the man he might have been The more he chase, the less he find A hollow truth inside his mind If he remember just to pretend– Then where does the nightmare end? He's chasing down the man he invented A stranger his heart defended The ink won't fade, but he forget The truth's a script he haven't read yet Yet Haven't read yet Yet