all broken here

you can not be saved

nor I, or any one of us

it is a fact

believing in something makes

everything hurt less 

the wounds are deeper

than you can see

these scars tells just a part of the story

and some things are not fair

what you do or say does not matter 

nothing is perfect

we are all broken here

all kinds of masks everywhere

choose your anesthesia 

and face the truths' nausea