Sakred Skars

I once knew this kid who had sakred skars within

Battled, torn between two worlds

As the blood rose; the itchy skin

The city called his name from his sleep into the weary night

He'd sell his soul to fill the void for one more last vampire bite

A lost soul that's dead inside, his virus is his sadness

Drug induced, used, abused; a victim of his madness

Some call it good times and some say it's hard

When the curtain's lifted all you'll see is sakred skars

Living these shattered dreams in this wasteland filled reality

Some blame their broken homes