The voices I hear bore through the sides of my skull
Burrow inside and make themselves at home
Their whispers cut like knives
I can't drown them out
Pull me to the garden
Where all the wicked rest

In perfection, God put me here to hurt
Severed

Sing soft until
My vision goes completely black
There's nothing here for me
I'm not going back

Severed
Severed
Severed
Severed

Ripping, pulling, tearing, scratching
Pulling, pulling, tearing
Scratching, ripping, pulling
Searing, scratching, ripping
Pulling, ripping, scratching

Echoes of regret
Anger and pain
Linger in my mind
And whisper my name

All the scars on my skin are all I'm worth
All the scars on my skin are all I'm worth
All I'm worth to anyone

One for selfishness
One for pride
And hundreds all over
For every lie