do you wanna die without a scar

it's the angst of things to come

you're immaculate and young

you wash your hands in innocence

and keep it to the bitter end

but under your skin you're dying in sin

do you wanna die without a scar

with untainted memoirs

do you wanna die without a scar

the blandest au revoir

good + evil = par

every pleasure leaves a scar

every fire leaves a burn

every touch can leave a mark

and the hours turn to days

time is spinning in delays

no heart no pain

no scars no shame

no love no fear

the end is near