Who are you?

Smuggle all your lies,
underneath the rugs,
covers those scars,
mentally and phsically.
So nobody ask you,
who you... who you really are?

With blinded eyes,
and paralyzed from the drugs,
your mind is a-roaming far, far away,
unconscienly and slowly.
Askin' you,

Who are you?
who are You?
Who are you?

A blistering image of your youth ,
slowly burns through the flames,
escapin' through the air,
watch it vanish insight.
Askin' you,
Who you... who you really are?

Here is your death,
everybody forgot your name,
and don't care,
about your fight.
With out much thoughts of askin' you,

Who are you?
who are you?