These scars I wear never seem to heal
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these scars i wear have never seemed so real
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these scars i wear define my fate
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these scars i wear have turned to hate
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for now i run away from my problems
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cowering from my fear
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unable to confront my oppressor
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unable to contest against myself
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I dig this hole within my soul for me to hide
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with each moment I'm more buried alive
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I dig this hole within my soul for me to hide
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How much will it take to fill this emptiness inside
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these costumes we wear prefabricated
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yet we're never satisfied within our niche
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but as we search for the next mold
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i ask you is this fashion a reflection of who i am
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of who we are, of who you are
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or is it my new new new ...label
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I sing this song in honer for all who've died
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I sing this song in honer for all who are dead.
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Eulogy
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Disembodied |