The scars, my scars, are brighter than veins
Pulsating past
The wounds, my wounds, are incurable
They won't heal in chest
My soul is like a moth - trembling, looking for light and fears
It fears, it cries, it praying as if it knows
It will feed the flame

The skin, my skin, denying my soul
And tries to torn
My spirit of loss tossing
Eaten out inside the core

Drown in my loneliness
Betraying holiness
Becoming hopeless
I wish erase myself

There is no hope
Love won't come back
My trampled soul
Has one more wreck