Would you trust in my good will and my good intentions You pull our skin back we have the same blood You pull our muscles back we have the same bones You pull the bounderies we live the same land You pull our nation back we have the same soul Would you trust in my good will and my good intentions I need to find beauty through ugliness, meaning through chaos Enlightenment through darkness, empowerment through failures Recovery through mania Recovery through mania, recovery through mania, mania Trust in my good will and my good intentions We are raw handwritten lines For the time that has been given We are little tracks of time Scars and marks written Segment of time, tatoos and signs We are raw handwritten lines We are raw handwritten lines Would you trust in my good will and my good intentions