It's always darkest before it goes Completely black I'm older now so I should know You never can look back But the scars of childhood memories Dominate my head The inner pain I've vowed to keep Until the day I'm dead You can't see, the life I was forced to lead What it's like to die daily You can't feel, the thoughts I've learned to steal Survival is my reality When I was young I lived in fear The hands of doom forever drawing near I wonder how I learned to persevere As time advanced deceit was my life's truth Spurred on by the peace I never knew Time does not heal The scars that burned me in my youth Time does not heal The pain that carved in me the truth Time does not heal The torture struck upon my past Time does not heal The scars that were left and meant to last Over the many years I've tried To bury deep my past Attempting to cope with what's inside My wastelands of regret But defeated before I began To join the human race Indelibly I've felt the brand Of scars I can't erase I was the fool, subversive and overrulled Into my abyss I was pulled The ways of hate, constantly agitate The scars as they'd eviscerate Inside my head desolation forms Shadows grasping my mind through its storm I couldn't see that I was being forewarned That anguish was to take my life's controls And rake it's wounds forever into my soul Time does not heal The scars that burned me in my youth Time does not heal The pain that carved in me the truth Time does not heal The torture struck upon my past Time does not heal The scars that were left and meant to last I have learned to live alone, it's meant to be Endless lies and emptiness fulfilling me Life's there to decieve the truth you'll never see Understand that I am dying to be free Images have haunted me since I was young Chilling were the arms of fear I was among What were once just nightmares now have since become Real atrocities which I can't escape from... It's always darkest before it goes Completely black I've realized now that it's impossible Surviving their attack Through duress I'm borne, a past that's brought me scorn And when I'm dead, will I be mourned? The scars I've worn, the mental flesh I've shredded and torn Time does not heal The scars that burned me in my youth Time does not heal The pain that carved in me the truth Time does not heal The torture struck upon my past Time does not heal The scars that were left and meant to last