Compositor: Cezar Marques da Silva
There's writing on his skin again
Truth or lie, he can't explain
The words are his, but not his voice
He live inside another's choice
Mirrors break and show him still
A face rebuilt by his own will
Each scar a story he redesigned
To cage the guilt inside his mind
He's chasing down the man he invented
A stranger his heart defended
The ink won't fade, but he forget
The truth's a script he haven't read yet
Yet
Haven't read yet
Yet
He wear the pain like borrowed skin
A story told from deep within
Each photograph rewrites the scene
And kills the man he might have been
The more he chase, the less he find
A hollow truth inside his mind
If he remember just to pretend–
Then where does the nightmare end?
He's chasing down the man he invented
A stranger his heart defended
The ink won't fade, but he forget
The truth's a script he haven't read yet
Yet
Haven't read yet
Yet