S. C. A. R. (sliced, carved, and reminded) - inspired by "Made of Scars" by Stone Sour

This one was the first one. Got stitches in my head.Maybe that's why I'm fucked up now, cuz I was just a kid.
This one was a pot of water that spilled across my chest.
I watched it boil on my skin then pulled away the flesh.
This one was a tooth. This one was a scrape.
This one was a window and it bled for seven days.
This one was a bottle smashed across my head.
This one was a mirror time and time again.
This one was a fight, a kick that knocked out teeth.
And this is from the tooth of the bastard kicking me.
This one broke a knuckle. This one broke a nose.
This one needed staples cuz it didn't wanna close.
This one was a piercing, ripped right through my skin.
Right above my eye and blood tears stained my chin.
This one remains covered where no one else can see.
Cracks inside my heart that will always fuckin bleed.
This one's on my pride. This one's on my mind.
This one is a memory of the years I did time.
This one is fuck you to all the liars here.
This one is another choice to bleed instead of fear.
This one was a razor that helped me to forget.
These were from a fight between me and a cigarette.
This one came from plaster. This one was a defeat.
This one was my face stomped in to concrete.
This one was a win. This one was a loss.
This one was a girl's heart I should have never crossed.
This one carried stitches. This one was a burn.
This one happened yesterday because I never learn.
This one always tingles. This one is always numb.
My scars are where I've been and how broken I've become.

Masquerading Hell

Those empty quiet words masked as truth, those little gestures and that look from the other room.
Who would've thought that those eyes would see me to my doom.
A little piece of heaven here and there, like soft fingers through my hair.
I know my life masquerades as hell. I'd never thought I'd ever find you there.
You were supposed to save me from these woes.
But instead you sped me up to spiral down.
I'm swimming the drain
Falling away until
the ashes gather
like dust and age
all over me
hope is over
for me
now

Ruthless

I remember bruises on my face, clotting the blood inside my veins.
I remember stitches as they break, tiny souvenirs of yesterday.
I remember tears that fell like rain. You could never hide behind the pain.
I look back and feel my knuckles burn.
I remember now I'll never learn.

Another alternative to rage. Another fuckin window in my way.
Another reflection of my face. Another fuckin smile to hate today.
The bones breaking in my hand. You'll never understand.
I look back and see your ghostly gaze.
I remember why I ran away.

Sorry. It was nothing personal.
I'm a fucking liar; it's always personal.
It's always when you hurt me the worst.
I'll always make you cry. I'll make you burn.
I'll never be the only one that hurts.

Shed another tear and hate my face. Take another drink to medicate.
Sleep away the days I devastate. I don't think I'll ever come to change.
I pretended mirrors were your heart shattering into a million silver shards.
I look back and see why I'm so fucked.
700 years of my bad luck.

I will make you cry so I don't have to.
Ruthless enough to let you into
all my little traps and now I've got you.

Sorry. It was never personal.

Mental Medication (featuring Michelle Quinones)

All is influential.
Mostly confidential
Medication for the mental
Obscene and differential
Where's your common sense yo?
parental and consensual
Lying is essential
Hypnosis in the doses for lack of better words...
Lets hear it for the rebels
Add the bass, raise the treble
Grab your choice utensils
Lets pour our fucking hearts out and be heard..

Empty our hearts and drain our thoughts; we are the broken and the lost.
Here's to the song of all our victims, self-absorbed and so vindictive.
Fuck these souls and their prescriptions. We are the drugs for their afflictions.
We remedy the self-inflicted. Tragedies that we depicted are nothing more than contradictions.
Souvenirs are subtle fictions like suicide notes without encryptions.
Voodoo doll our enemies and set fire to the stitches.
Push the pin and drop the name. Watch it all go up in flames.
Torch the sky for all the clouds. Let's see who's fuckin happy now.
Listen up and buckle down. Knuckles up so fuck it now.
Grab a pen and write this down. Chisel it up or carve it out.
This is Mental Medication for all you clowns. This is what wonderland is all about.
Watch these hearts come pouring out and I'll be there to watch you drown.