Intro :
N ow it's not what it seems
I just can't start to say
It was these evil days
Of pain and f ear
Something was b roke
My skin hard like an o ak
My mind hard like an o ak
I got a history of viol ence
It's not written on my f ace
You wouldn't k now it
It's buried in my l eather case
I got a memory of viol ence
It's not written on my s kin
You couldn't s ee it
It's a ripple i n my grin
Like the people of my kin
And now it's not what it seems
I just can't start to s ay
It was these evil d ays
Of pain and f ear
Something was b roke
My mind hard like an o ak
My skin hard like an o ak
Instrumental :
I got a history of sil ence
The bruises and the s ins
Don't wash aw ay
It's not written i n my name
Like a ... on my s kin
Instrumental : (2x)
Something t hat I've never shown
Memories from a broken home
The e ngine with no train
Shared l ike a funny game
The w itness of the sin
Scratches on my skin
The m oment I begin
To r unaway James Dean
The s hutter on the screen
Curtain on the scene
The a rrow in the breast
W eight inside the chest
An er asable race
No tracable trace
S atched full of lies
The d evil in the eye
It's not w ritten on my grave
It's not written on my grave
It's not w ritten on my grave
You wouldn't k now it
I'm buried safe and w ell behaved
I 've got a history of violence
I've got a history of violence
I've got a history of violence