Real Blood, Real Scars
Jean Francois Dagenais, Maurizio Iacono
From the day I was born nothing was given
I used to bleed just to feel alive
All I wanted was to reach the sky
They tried to kill my soul and bury my mind
There is no god here
These fists are made of blood
It feels like walking through broken glass
Every time I take a step
Inside your temple of lies
Rise
Rise
Rise from all your sickness
This blood is real
These scars run deep
It's death before dishonor
This blood is real
These scars run deep
It's death before dishonor
It's a sign inside us
That shelters emotions
Defies oppression
From the day I was born nothing was given
I used to bleed just to feel alive
All I wanted was to reach the sky
They tried to kill my soul and bury my mind
Real blood
Real scars
Real life