I'll scar my hands,
Batter and bruise myself,
To protect the sacred devotion,
THAT WAS YOU
I'll scale a building and scream,
Crush and crumble to dust,
To promise the image,
THAT WE ARE
Better then dead.
And if this all comes to nothing.
And there's no point writing at all.
Then on the contrary.
There's no point in not writing at all.