Filth Scarred For Life
Blood on my arms proves that I am alive, you bastard.
Scarification is what proves my mortality, so fuk you.
Your definitions of my pain are something I don't understand.
My pain is art to inspire freedom.
It's purpose: release your dark side upon yourself
and upon your surroundings, shithead.
Yin Yang is a way to live beyond moral conditioning.
So, fuk your unwritten rules and make reality bleed.
Why is there hatred in your eyes?
Because I can feel love
Why is there envy in your eyes?
Because I cannot be caught?
Why can't you see the things that I see?
Because our eyes are sewn shut
What happened to your body and your mind?
Destroyed forever in your quest for money.
