The look in his eyes, desperation
The thoughts in his head, desecration
Pay attention to the look, his eyes
This time it equals 3 lines on his thigh
Watch him hang his head, ashamed
Look at those lines he must be insane
They go away begin to fade
That's when he grabs a blade
He is a freak, and outcast, alone, taboo
He draws scars on himself like a tattoo