These voices These voices are me Just me Always was Always will be Whispering emptiness and the wordless pain Screaming silence across my domain Concerto if strings, playing my veins Like violins of violence—music insane Haunting notes of sadness, agony and tears Monumental piece Built throughout the years Cut—deep down into the soul Lost—aimless without a goal Scarred—but the body refuse to yield Determined—transformed by a will carved in stone Second to none Upon my throne of scars Reigning in tears and blood Gathering strength from a sombre past To build my altar The throne of scars These hands These hands of mine They build They tear down What's left inside These eyes These eyes are me In the mirror black Something's staring back From the void of the past Concerto if strings, playing my veins Like violins of violence—music insane Haunting notes of sadness, agony and tears Monumental piece Built throughout the years Dread—can no linger keep me down Strength—within myself now is found Destroy—blackened cage once called my life Shed my skin—born anew Transformed by a will carved in stone Second to none Upon my throne of scars Reigning in tears and blood Gathering strength from a sombre past To build my altar The throne of scars