These scars from Contra Mundum by Mourning Sign

These Scars

Look at these scars on my skin they are memories of my previous sins
But the bad taste on my lips of rotten decay surreal

Judging me by the things I do and as the things I say would be inferior
Your kind is despicable, so vile, so low

Beyond the boundaries of normality lies seclusion
Enter the sadness, enter depression, enter the world and heal

You're using reasoning to figure what is what
While reality is mentally constructed
Wrong ideas of an ideal state are simply produced by fear

Try to wash away the pain while the stains still there

There is no god

So look at these scars on my skin they are memories of my previous sins
But the bad taste on my lips of rotten decay surreal - but it is so real

Careful with the words you choose or suffocate beneath pain
I've learned it feels a lot like a stab wound to the heart

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