dark age
cut the flesh
My razors are trained to mark a surface Every time I fall It forces me to punish my skin Remorse has proved to be a sadist And I don't care at all If people see the shape I am in Day by Day Another conflict causes to cut the flesh And if these wounds fail to show the truth  I got to cut even deeper The scars are true art of expression Signs of tragedy With no doubt sick -but keeping alive My way to let out all aggression A different therapy Possible with the blade of a knife But I can't find my soul