Blood on my arms proves that I am alive, you ba*tard Scarification is what proves my mortality, so fuk you Your definitions of my pain are something I don't understand My pain is art to inspire freedom It's purpose: release your dark side upon yourself And upon your surroundings, sh**head Yin Yang is a way to live beyond moral conditioning So, fuk your unwritten rules and make reality bleed Why is there hatred in your eyes? Because I can feel love Why is there envy in your eyes? Because I cannot be caught? Why can't you see the things that I see? Because our eyes are sewn shut What happened to your body and your mind? Destroyed forever in your quest for money