Under my scars

Blame my strenght to burn
survive through agony
perception of the unclear
no traces forever more

Almost blind, a new day has born
lay down in front of me
exit victim of desire
hopeless run from the edge
is lost the young attitude to live
the decadence is perfect for our hunger

And image the scars you carry
older than man are
all you desire is not distant
raise above tha chaos

masterization of the art of pain
masterization of the art of pain

I am born
I am born

Submitted to ancestral disgust
behold the forsaken autonomy

despise my first steps
what will be known in my blood