These are the scars I've made. These are the scars that made me. These are the shapes I drew. These are the shapes that drew me. I see the way you stare at me And call me a damned freak. A bizarre-sight to see As if that's a bad thing. I wear my history in plain view I don't hide anything from you. My insides are out in the open This is the life I have chosen Don't judge me. You've got scars too. Right there: inside of you! Don't judge me. You're damaged too. Right there: inside of you! Don't judge me. You're rotting too. Right there: inside of you! I see you scowling at me 'Cause I'm wearing no colors. Black is the way that we see Who are our brothers. We show our pain on the surface. Our crisis is our catharsis There's good and evil inside us. Our shared wounds Serve to unite us!