| Standing on my knees, waiting for the axe to fall
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| There’s no light to follow, I know that this is the end of all
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| Those ugly scars are starting to show again
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| As i’m fighting a war that cannot be won
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| Staring into eyes of indifference, begging for mercy
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| Abandoned by hope, left here with all that is filthy
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| Those ugly scars are starting to show again
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| As everything crumbles and turn into dust
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| The darkness fill my lungs
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| I’m choking on every breath
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| From this there is nowhere to hide
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| The world is dead to me as I’m left inside
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| Crawled up against th wall, I’m feeding the flames
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| Unable to brath the air, unable to break those chains
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| Those ugly scars are starting to show again
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| As I’m loosing faith and all turns to stone
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| Isolating myself from all that is pure and divine
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| A living-dead, with all of hell left inside
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| Those ugly scars defines me
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| I’m dead inside, never to be born against
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| Standing on my knees, waiting for the axe to fall
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| There’s no light to follow
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| I know that this is the end of all
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| Those ugly scars defines me and all that I am
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| Dead inside, never toe be born again
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| I’m left with all of hell inside |