Scars: Incomplete

Set, the knife, where your father had kissed you
Bleed, and watch the pain run black outside your skin
Shit, on words some tears told you, how it should be!
Blame, the others! It's only the sympathy for hate

It's just a matter of pain
We slowly see everything die!
I bleed in the center of mourn
As always I bleed as you cry!

Hate, the so called protector of your fallen skin
Eyes, believer, can't differ all scars from pain
Restrain the fallen stars that bleed your soul
Spit out your swallowed pain that embrace your life

How come, angels fall down?
How come, I can't see myself bleeding?
How come, I wish I were dead?
How come, I feel like asleep?

Burn! Witness!
All the hatred has been given to me
Lost, distress!
In all those scars I bleed again