Wasted Lyrics & Chords By Deviate

My beautiful scars, bleed the words that I carve, self-mutilation is my belief, scabs of the wounds of release.

My beautiful bliss, crystal clear black abyss, depression I find entwined inside, injected right into my spine.

Sinking inside, dragging me down, mental flesh tears, my twisted spiral of despair.

My beautiful war, sacrifice I adore, a mass ricochet, bullets that stray, sad how the innocent pay.

The mirror I face, isolations embrace, reflecting my souls sad epithet, smiling though my eyes are dead.

My requiem piece, vicious circles decrease, waving as I drown everyone stares, my well-trodden spiral of despair.