If my scars were visible for everyone to see
I know that you'd be terrified of me.
You'd leave me for dead like the rest of them did.
But I'm still here, I didn't die. I kept myself alive.
You think you know me but you really don't,
you don't know me at all.
The memories I keep inside
they once caused my fall.
From all of those memories psychosis was awakened
amid the pain and suffering my rage is unsated.
Do you want to know me? You sure you really do?
'Cause I know that my rage could be the end of you.
But if you're sure of what you want
by all means do come in.
And test yourself against me
for company's awfully thin.
