Saint of the Scar - RIPÉ

Here I stand, cross of regret

In my silhouette

Saint of the scar

Cold and away, here it comes again

It likes to say a feeling you can’t contain

A sob in a smile, world gone black and bleak

It’s simple and that’s why

Let the world see it, a banner drenched in hurt

You may not believe it, your eyes must convert

To bear the signs, flaws and mistakes

To you it finds — and it breaks

Here I stand, cross of regret

In my silhouette

Saint of the scar

So let it come its way

Lead the path today

Here I stand

Simply unmistakable — a lesson wrought in tune

Now to be forgivable

A new almanac on a dotted line

So let it come its way

Lead the path today

Here I stand, cross of regret

In my silhouette

Saint of the scar