Splitting skin and the cold seeps in as the nail punctures the vein
zero time like a whino on a wine run, nothing gets in my way
In your face like the mask on the maker, oh the skull and bones stare of doom
I don't need a note of invitation, I'm gonna burn my own way through
CHORUS
I CAN'T stop picking at the lesions
I WON'T-sell my soul again
I WANT-to tell myself I'm alright
I'M NOT-but I don't mind
I CAN-be cold and indifferent
I CAN-be the one who's shamed
I CAN-wear a thousand masks right
but every one of them will look the same
you will never pick my face out
in the faceless crowd
REPEAT
I'm the super-proud dad of a brain-dead train wreck
and the suicide son of a brutal rape
tell me how it feels mister Victim
and I'll let you take these chains
Repeat chorsu
