Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scars, artist - Morbid Saint. Date of issue: 25.02.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Scars |
| Kill the white rabbit before it kills you |
| It lives on the weakness inside |
| Touching your soul with a pure emptiness |
| See the spectrum of death in his eyes |
| Scars |
| Demoralization intrapping your mind |
| Post addicted life is the hardest to live |
| Putting your faith in one lessthan God |
| Is a sure way to a fast early grave |
| Keeper of the keys reopens up the lock |
| The door leads from Winter to Spring |
| The monarch of sadness is now overthrown |
| Insecurity once was king |
| Scarred denial will take your fuckin' life |
| Your arm is an altar of flesh |
| Depths, you’re sinking, they can’t be described |
| Seal your wound with the rest |
| Scars |
| Horse draws a figure |
| In black self homicide |
| Inferior forces will lack |
| Never ending suicide |
| Scars, scars, scars of an ancient wound |
| Scars, scars, reopen insanity |
| Scars, scars, stir the dust from your tomb |
| Scars, scars, controlled substance anarchy |
| Cheated your life, drawn nearer to death |
| Forging your grave with a lie |
| Breaking down walls ever growing in size |
| Child mutation, your breath be denied |
| Scars |
| Intoxification, the hammer of spikes |
| Blind creation slaves growing in size |
| Living of death with one foot in hell |
| Eternal damnation, altered substance refined |
| Failing pressure needs environmental shock |
| Enter the tomb of thee undead |
| Modern day express decides how far you fall |
| No one can feel the fear you dread |
| Violence seeking tortures in the night |
| Welcoming the pain, injecting death |
| Hidden from the light |
| Ever living in the dark |
| Life is a never ending test |
| Scars, fuck you |
| Horse draws a figure |
| In black self homicide |
| Inferior forces will lack |
| Never ending suicide |
| Scars, scars, scars of an ancient wound |
| Scars, scars, reopen insanity |
| Scars, scars, stir the dust from your tomb |
| Scars, scars, controlled substance anarchy |
| Weakened belief, no freedom from pain |
| Beating what lives from me inside |
| Clenching the fist spawning terror |
| Uprise greed, a river |
| Death growing in size |
| Scars |
| Manipulation, the slaughter of faith |
| Distorted your mind |
| Lost your rights |
| Censoring ways, never freedom of choice |
| Eternal damnation, altered substance refined |
| Seller of disease, contaminated cock |
| Feading on corruption in the streets |
| Total blackness, embedding grave of stone |
| No longer for the pleasure, It’s a need |
| Scarred denial will take your fuckin' life |
| Your arm is an altar of flesh |
| The depths you are sinking |
| They cannot be described |
| Seal your wound with the rest… |
| Scars, you’re dead |