Scar Culture – God Of Disgrace

I failed. I tried. On my time you lied.

I freed myself, but i’m tied, i’m tied.

Inside, curl me up and throw me in the gutter.

I hide, freedom as i feel mental slaughter.

Still blind, quick to see the way i falter.

I’m tied, now to fuel the way i feel that…

I’m a god, but not a man.

Pure disgrace mirrors pure hate.

I’ll break this mirror to match your face,

I’ll break this mirror tempt my disgrace.

Inside, I hide, still blind, i’m tied

I’m a god, but not a man.

Pure disgrace mirrors pure hate.

I’ll break this mirror to match your face,

I’ll break this mirror tempt my disgrace.

Inside, I hide, still blind, i’m tied

I’m a god, but not a man.

I can see what no one can.

I’m a god, but not a man.

I’m a god, but not a man.

I’m your god of disgrace, disgraced.

I’m your god of disgrace, disgraced.

A god. A god. A god. A god.