TRUE MASK
I'm so grateful to nature for makin' me cold-blooded,
I'm not afraid of torture it's a passion to be honest,
But I live on and wear masks often,
Without 'em, I would have been killed at school age,
So here is how,
I don't know
Who I'd be without cold blood,
But fuck it,
I guess,
I ACCEPT WHAT I AM,
I DO NOT HAVE TO REJECT MY REAL SELF
I'd to create a different personality to deal with all the pain,
It will take a lot of time and nerves to heal all wounds, insane
I'm about to kill this life my senses telling me it's happenin' again,
I cannot make up n' decide if I live this life for anythin' or in vain
I wonder why it made me a psychopath,
When someone dies bleeding I walk past,
Sometimes I regret I was made this way and then I'm so sad,
I can only imagine 'nother life with my eyes closed, bad,
When I'm angry I can kill,
I regret that I can't feel,
For all the pain and blood that spilled,
I will never feel no guilt...
I don't exclude the possibility that this could all be a dream,
And all the blood and all the cruelty 'round me really just seems,
And when I'm rude or seem like an psycho, then I just needa blow off some steam,
This may sound funny but it's true I still wake up in a cold sweat from some dreams...
I'm not afraid of torture it's a passion to be honest,
But I live on and wear masks often,
Without 'em, I would have been killed at school age,
So here is how,
I don't know
Who I'd be without cold blood,
But fuck it,
I guess,
I ACCEPT WHAT I AM,
I DO NOT HAVE TO REJECT MY REAL SELF
I'd to create a different personality to deal with all the pain,
It will take a lot of time and nerves to heal all wounds, insane
I'm about to kill this life my senses telling me it's happenin' again,
I cannot make up n' decide if I live this life for anythin' or in vain
I wonder why it made me a psychopath,
When someone dies bleeding I walk past,
Sometimes I regret I was made this way and then I'm so sad,
I can only imagine 'nother life with my eyes closed, bad,
When I'm angry I can kill,
I regret that I can't feel,
For all the pain and blood that spilled,
I will never feel no guilt...
I don't exclude the possibility that this could all be a dream,
And all the blood and all the cruelty 'round me really just seems,
And when I'm rude or seem like an psycho, then I just needa blow off some steam,
This may sound funny but it's true I still wake up in a cold sweat from some dreams...
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