The Azoic все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

The scars on my arm
Are nothing to the ones in my mind
And the warmth you're searching for
You'll never find

From my black heart flows pure hate
In a hell, my madness I recreate
Don't get too close or let your feelings be shown

Thorns brace my side as you plunge deep
Into resistance, escaping the eternal
Pieces shroud the fear as they are held within the core
Then you pierce my skin, I stumble falling to the floor
Hurt in my eyes, red, as blood
My lips quiver in the dark
Carve me from the earth, from inside, unexposed
No facade, no expectations, transformed.