Lletres:
The Scarred Vice

will never heal you There's nowhere left to hide Scarred for life, scarred for life Wither away little victim victim of the night Scarred for life, scarred

I've got no bad side I'm snotty and snide and I'll be your landslide Everybody wants me to play nice but Don't you know I am the king of vice? "No future

the scars still linger Goodbye my friend Will I ever love again? Memories fade but the scars still linger Ohh ho I cannot grow, I cannot move I cannot feel my age The vice

-able, exhaust manifold A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick Shaky bitches off the dick 'Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips I'

, this is me An' if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me Look now, another dead, another born Vice versa, another

into me Yeah because I am made of scars Yes, I am made of scars Yes, I am made of scars Yes, I am made of scars That's what I'm made of

this place Too long I've wasted in this Melancholy space It's always winter here Like a splinter A vice in your eyes The constant sarcasm Cuts me like a blade The scars

your precious tears, but it Won't get rid of all regret. all the colors Of reform won't lend a hand when you Decide to fall. so clear away the scars

I'm wasting my life with you sick of the sight of you. No feeling no laughter. You wear me down with antimatter. And from you I'll carry this scar.