What is this tingle in my skin?
It drowns into my throat
I need some silence to be broken.
The scars in sounds are made of shouts
'Cause wounds were never listened.
Why is it burning? I don't know,
it just comes from my veins.
To explode was never easy.
The scars in sounds are made of shouts
'Cause wounds were never listened.
Anger at cuffs
Paid with blood
The rage, the stains
Marked on nails.
Break myself
The scars in sounds are made of shouts
'Cause wounds were never listened.

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