Scar Tissue Art

There's a frightening plasma running through my veins;
apart from pleasure, apart from pain.
A feeling that I've lost my grip on the reigns;
A sullen emptiness of pentetrating rain.

but the horrific stain;
the part the rests outside my veins, is the:

Scar tissue art;
the eisle supplied from the very start.
Scar tissue art;
there's nothing to feel for the mangled heart.

A restless nonsense of nothing at all;
the paranoid draft that causes me to fall.
Without the will power to make the call,
I feel as though I don't feel a thing at all.

but the horrific stain;
the part the rests outside my veins, is the:

Scar tissue art;
the eisle supplied from the very start.
Scar tissue art;
there's nothing to feel for the mangled heart.

Scar tissue art;
the eisle supplied from the very start.
Scar tissue art;
there's nothing to feel for the mangled heart.

As the emotional silence subsides my brain;
I lose the fear that things can't be the same.
The feeling flushes out of my veins;
the light uplifting of the dying strain.

but the horrific stain;
the part the rests outside my veins, is the:

Scar tissue art;
the eisle supplied from the very start.
Scar tissue art;
there's nothing to feel for the mangled heart.

Scar tissue art;
the eisle supplied from the very start.
Scar tissue art;
there's nothing to feel for the mangled heart.

Scar tissue art,
Scar tissue art,
Scar tissue art;
there's nothing to feel for the mangled heart.