Thin red lines they etch the skin
All to show the agony within Here we go once again
With no drugs to dull the pain
I let the razor glide thru my vain
Within my head I have no doubt
That with the blood the pain flows out.
Thats what my scars are all about
With the stream I won't explode
I won't implode
With every drop that hits the ground
Is one less scream that sounds
Within my head resides all the memories
They seem to go on for centuries
Endless ****** up realities
Cuz with all the pain I'm stretched to thin
So thin red lines will etch my skin