(I have tasted death and spit it out)
Scars of time left on my skin along with those I`ve kept within
Knowing some will never heal they`re filled with salt to keep me real
(Well aware that it will be back)
Broken promises I live while my best friend dies
I no longer even try to find an explanation as to why
Conquering
Scars tells where I`ve been
Conquering
On the skin of missing limbs
SCARS OF TIME
