This one was my father's
And this one you can't see
This one had me scared to death
But I guess I should be glad I'm not dead
Yeah, cut right into me
Yeah because I am made of scars
Yes, I am made of scars, yeah
God, don't you believe the hype
God, don't you believe the hype
God, don't you believe the hype
Don't you believe the hype
Don't believe, don't believe
And I will find a way
Everything you are, I will betray
I swear that I will find a way
Everything you are is inside of me
This one was the first one
This one had a vice
This one here, I like to rub
On dark and stormy nights
This one was the last one
I don't remember how
But I remember blood and rain
And I never saw it coming again
Yeah, cut right into me
Yeah because I am made of scars
Yes, I am made of scars
Yes, I am made of scars
Yes, I am made of scars
That's what I'm made of
