Steel met skin I didn't run,
Years of pressure crushed my left hand down,
Nerves burned and sensation failed,
Now my wrist retells the long tale.

Twenty minutes on the cold table,
Arm stretched out, pulse under control.
Four injections straight into the nerve,
Ozzy's voice It kept me calm!

Just maintenance! Nothing more!
The body is just a shell to care for!
Fix the damage, Keep it running,
Like a system that can't crash!

Another scar is written on me,
This mortal shell means nothing.
I still live inside Still me!
I still live! I AM MY SCARS!

I AM MY SCARS!

Healing phase
Restricted use,
Six weeks at home,
No work to do.
Just time and care,
System loading…
(please wait…)

Weight goes up,
The days drag on,
The drive is gone,
The mind goes down.
There's nowhere to run!

Nowhere to run!!!

Another scar is written on me,
This mortal shell means nothing.
I still live inside Still me!
I still live!

Another scar is written on me,
This mortal shell means nothing.
I still live inside Still me!
I still live! I AM MY SCARS!

Another scar is written on me,
This mortal shell means nothing.
Really nothing…

I still live inside Still me!
I still live! I AM MY SCARS!