As I kneel at the shallow grave of the stranger I used to be,
I wash thy hands in the blood of pride and vanity
And where a heart once beat lays a stone so cold it could freeze the fires of hell.
This is where we close the book because there's no more stories to tell.
You helped me kill the man that I used to be
I'm dead inside.
These are the reasons
I wont justify
This world you built
Of twisted lies
And in my memories
I can see the truth.
There to remind me
Of the scars of you.
Is it hopeless to try and change what just wasnt ment to be?
Or should i just accept this fate, I've been handed as my destiny?
These are the reasons
I wont justify
This world you built
Of twisted lies
And in my memories
I can see the truth.
There to remind me (there to remind me)
Of these scars of you.
These are the reasons
I wont justify
This world you built
Of twisted lies
And in my memories
I can see the truth.
There to remind me (there to remind me)
Of the scars of you.