Fix this moment in my flesh and send a question to God, Why am I so weak, why am I so far from grace? I need to confess, the most painful of my burns is in my soul. A never-ending defeat, always this cross to bear and on my knees…I will close my heart, no need to be sharpened. Follow the stream, another mark on my skin. Just a scar to remember for this weight on my shoulders. Gold and red glowing fire. This is just a scar to remember…all…I feel it growing deep inside my guts it’s still burning. Over and over the pain, this need to scream. I know how it tastes to kiss the blackness. A dead drunk soul sleeps under my chest. Just a scar to remember for this weight on my shoulders. Gold and red glowing fire. This is just a scar to remember