As I kneel at the shallow grave of the stanger I used to be.
I wash thy hands in the blood of pride and vanity.
And where a heart once beat lays a ston so cold it could freeze the fires of [bad word] 
This is where wee close the book becasue there's no more stories to tell.

You helped me kill that man that I used to be, I'm dead inside.

These are the reasons I won't justify, This world you built of twisted lies.
And in my memories I can see the [bad word] 
There to remind me of the scars of you.

Is it hopeless to try and change what just wasn't meant to be?
Or should I just accept this fate, I've been handed as my destiny?

These are the reasons I won't justify, this world you built of twisted lies.
And in my memories I can see the [bad word] 
There to remind me (there to remind me) of these scars of you.

These are the reasons I won't justify, this world you built of twisted lies.
And in my memories I can see the [bad word] 
There to remind me (there to remind me) of these scars of you.

These scars of you.