Lletres: Zealous Fuel. The Scars On My Hands.

Like trying to breathe for the first time in years
Another day older and the proof that I'm here
They are the marks and they are the reason
Eleven white lines trail off to nothing

The scars ^ The Marks ^ The lines ^ Are Mine
My Scars ^ Reflect ^ The course ^ Of time
The scars ^ I'm you ^ and yours ^ And more
My scars ^ Are mine ^ down to ^ the core

The Scars on my hands ^ like cutting notches to mark the passing
The Scars on my hands ^ I'm counting white lines for no reason

It's been said - the best revenge- is living well - they maintain
It's been said - the best revenge - is a bullet - in the brain
I've seen enough to know I've seen too much
I hold tight to the these things that I clutch
They are the signs that mark me from you and yours
Not that there's a need I'm me to the pores

The scars ^ The Marks ^ The lines ^ Are Mine
My Scars ^ Reflect ^ The course ^ Of time
The scars ^ I'm you ^ and yours ^ And more
My scars ^ Are mine ^ down to ^ the core

The Scars on my hands ^ like cutting notches to mark the passing
The Scars on my hands ^ I'm counting white lines for no reason