Text: Stone Sour. Made Of Scars.

THIS ONE came from looking - THIS ONE opened twice THESE TWO seemed smooth as silk, flush against my eyes THIS ONE needed stitches and THIS ONE came from rings THIS ONE isn't even there, but i feel it more because you don't care Yeah - CUT right into me Yeah - because I am made of SCARS Yes, I am made of SCARS THIS ONE had it coming - THIS ONE found a vein THIS ONE was an accident, but never gave me pain THIS ONE was my father's and THIS ONE you can't see THIS ONE had me scared to death, but I guess I should be glad I'm not dead Yeah - CUT right into me Yeah - because I am made of SCARS Yes, I am made of SCARS GOD - DON'T YOU BELIEVE THE HYPE ...And I will find a way - everything you are I will betray Oh, I swear that I will find a way - everyhting you are's inside me THIS ONE was the first one - THIS ONE had a vice THIS ONE here i like to rub on dark and stormy nights THIS ONE was the last one - I don't remember how But I remember blood and rain AND I NEVER SAW IT COMING AGAIN Yeah - CUT right into me Yeah - because I am made of SCARS Yes, I am made of SCARS