| We don't wear scars with pride, we wear them because we have them
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| And even if you give him other names, the scars remain
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| We carry scars — because we have them
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| We carry scars — because we have them
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| You can call it whatever you want it stays the same shit
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| You call it heart or soul — I call it guts
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| There is no place in my world for anything but hate
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| Put the guns in the sack, run into the night laughing
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| And stop the short trip at your front door and make a detour
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| Then the red soup runs out of you like paper cups
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| It's stabbing, not fucking, and I wipe the blood off the floor with the
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| Curling your bitch, uh
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| We are not of one blood, you are a victim I am a perpetrator
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| Shoot the Glock 9mm in your head in front of your teacher
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| And I have duct tape and foil with me just in case
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| I squeeze the carotid artery until it turns blue like the police
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| Hate in the eyes, revenge in the head
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| Feel free to sing if you make it to the cops
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| I cleaned the knife and loaded my gun
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| And every piece of my soul is covered with scars 'cause I have
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| (Hate in the eyes, revenge in the head
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| Feel free to sing if you make it to the cops
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| I cleaned the knife and loaded my gun
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| And every piece of my soul is covered with scars)
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| I cleaned up the basement and hope you like it here
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| If not, it doesn't matter, we're not talking about "Make a wish"
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| you whore kid
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| But in the Halls of the Disappeared
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| Where wounds are connected to the dirt rags
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| Even the days are dark and a man behaves like a dog (woof,
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| woof — woof, woof)
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| Come on, little man, and space, then you'll eat too
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| And I know if you run away from me I'll go straight to jail
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| If I didn't have a lawyer or anybody believed a junkie
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| You want the pinky and you get the whole fist
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| I don't know mercy and I don't want to know pity
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| I'm too smart to get caught, you shit, hahaha
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| Hate in the eyes, revenge in the head
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| Feel free to sing if you make it to the cops
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| I cleaned the knife and loaded my gun
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| And every piece of my soul is covered with scars 'cause I have
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| (Hate in the eyes, revenge in the head
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| Feel free to sing if you make it to the cops
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| I cleaned the knife and loaded my gun
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| And every piece of my soul is covered with scars)
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| Because I have hatred in my eyes |