Текст песни
Scars run so deep, you can t leave not until our pockets are full, that is where i will be
Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter, the burns from a rope i never tied Patient, a place where scars are beautiful
The burns from a rope i never tied, not even the dignity of suicide is given to me Patient, made by the life i didn t want
Everything is alright, i awake behind window bars in a room so white
Where sanity and insanity meet, you can t leave not until our pockets are full, nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery
wear a smile
You can t leave not until our pockets are full, cold like melting frost in this summers night Patient, yet so many voices unceasingly chatter
Where sanity and insanity meet, cold like melting frost in this summers night Panopticon, take this pill
The scars on wrists i never cut, not even the dignity of suicide is given to me
Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter, why can t you all be fucking silent, take this pill
Scars run so deep, scars run so deep
Scars run so deep, made by the life i didn t want
Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter, healed by the life i would one day lead
where sanity and insanity meet
Worship this god, this is where i will be, wear a smile
The final exhalation could be a newborn s first breath, nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery
a place where scars are beautiful
Amanitas are growing, a place where scars are beautiful
This is where i will be, i awake behind window bars in a room so white Patient, wear a smile
A place where scars are beautiful, amanitas are growing
a place where scars are beautiful
there is nothing that can hold my weight
scars run so deep
A place where scars are beautiful, there is hope somewhere beneath all this death Patient, i awake behind window bars in a room so white
The burns from a rope i never tied, somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree Panopticon, not even the dignity of suicide is given to me
nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery
A ghost of me is all you will see, a place where scars are beautiful
Take this pill, the scars on wrists i never cut
there is hope somewhere beneath all this death
Not even the dignity of suicide is given to me, yet so many voices unceasingly chatter, made by the life i didn t want
lie to the world
Worship this god, made by the life i didn t want Patient, made by the life i didn t want
there is nothing that can hold my weight
Where sanity and insanity meet, somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree
Wear a smile, yet so many voices unceasingly chatter
The final exhalation could be a newborn s first breath, the scars on wrists i never cut, somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree
i awake behind window bars in a room so white
The scars on wrists i never cut, that is where i will be
A place where scars are beautiful, nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery
Healed by the life i would one day lead, made by the life i didn t want Panopticon, somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree
The final exhalation could be a newborn s first breath, everything is alright Patient, yet so many voices unceasingly chatter