Envious Knife

I've got scars I've got scars on my heart I've got scars Scars that reach to my very soul I've got scars because those people, they're made of stone They're made of stone I've got scars Out of the reach of your sight I've got scars My fear's bigger, there's no optional fight I've got scars made by those people of cruel night Of cruel night They aren't able to have feelings for others They can't feel your emotional strife They were raised by hell well born mother You can taste only their envious, envious knife Envious knife Envious knife They made my scars Feed up my nightmares, it's no joke Still have my scars No way to heal, just let me choke Made all my scars, because my weakness, they don't let me go They don't let me go They aren't able to have feelings for others They can't feel your emotional strife They were raised by hell well born mother You can taste only their envious, envious knife Envious knife Envious knife Envious knife Envious knife