If I die what does it matter I am already scattered My minds not here, my heart is shattered All you see is an empty shell That by the way has gone through hell
So you can judge on first glance Before you know me, or give me a chance I don't really care, they all do It doesn't reflect on me but you
I know what I am, I'm deppresed and splintered Upon this bed of torture I've been rendered Countless times, by countless monsters Thats how my madness was fostered
So judge my sadness if you want Or why my face looks so gaunt You've not been where I have been And you've not seen what I have seen True monsters walk this earth And to me they have given birth