Composição: Diego Prado, Wash
Stupid? Conscious free? I ain't found a way to live. Sentenced to suffer, I can't go trough this clean.
Possessed, injured, stoned bu the shadow maker. So mean and satanic, I shall spit on your grave.
Face my deformed face, my heart still bleeds fou you, this c*** leads me to death, because you're not that so pure!
Now can you look at me? Have mercy for my blood, your heart is like a stone, why am I so insecure?
Take a look at me...
I see my own disgrace! Or is the broken glass? The scars still in my face, the phantoms of the past!
Rape me! Abuse me! Confuse my deepest thoughts. My anger is my fuel, my blood spills on the floor.
To live is to die, what goes around comes around. You reap just what you saw, now say your final words.
Face my deformed face, my heart still bleeds fou you, this c*** leads me to death, because you're not that so pure!
Now can you look at me? Have mercy for my blood, your heart is like a stone, why am I so insecure?
Forgive me, pain is the only thing I feel...
I see my own disgrace! Or is the broken glass? The scars still in my face, the phantoms of the past!
Stupid? Conscious free? I ain't found a way to live. Sentenced to suffer, I can't go trough this clean.
Possessed, injured, stoned bu the shadow maker. So mean and satanic, I shall spit on your grave.
Face my deformed face, my heart still bleeds fou you, this c*** leads me to death, because you're not that so pure!
Now can you look at me? Have mercy for my blood, your heart is like a stone, why am I so insecure?
Take a look at me...
I see my own disgrace! Or is the broken glass? The scars still in my face, the phantoms of the past!
Rape me! Abuse me! Confuse my deepest thoughts. My anger is my fuel, my blood spills on the floor.
To live is to die, what goes around comes around. You reap just what you saw, now say your final words.
Face my deformed face, my heart still bleeds fou you, this c*** leads me to death, because you're not that so pure!
Now can you look at me? Have mercy for my blood, your heart is like a stone, why am I so insecure?
Forgive me, pain is the only thing I feel...
I see my own disgrace! Or is the broken glass? The scars still in my face, the phantoms of the past!