There’s no point in being careful
I’ll burn bridges anyway
There’s no point in talking vicious
(I’ve) nothing cutting left to say
I’ve achieved my own survival
I’ve refined my own sweet hell
There’s no point in craving beauty
When you’ll tear me anyhow
If I look you in the eye
I swear I’ll die
‘Cos you kill everything you love
Should I scar my face
To find my peace
While you kill everything you love
-Skin you kill everything you love
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