I got tats and rings among selected things.
These I choose others I want to lose.
Scarred for life,
I've been cut by the knife.
To justify I'll loose an eye.
By my hand not Gods demand.
I rather pay green to be scarred.
Then have my life barred.
I live up to what I can.
No matter how many times I'm stitched,
I'll always be a man.
I represent the pain with my ink.
Even if my career may sink.
Makes ya think,
Being deformed has reformed my mind.
Look out I'm coming up from behind.
To fuck morality,
I'll slap ya with some reality.
Putting you under the demands.
Giving me your life to hold in my hands.
I hit the cure to my ache.
Puts my mind on brake.
Loosing what I have to gain what I'm missin'.
Now the demon snake is hissin'.
Leading down the path to reopen my wound.
Looking like the aftermath of a typhoon.
By Anthony Albano
