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