Don't look back on your lost days of burning down the ground from where you stand
Don't count out on your back... the ashes of your last destroyed heirloom
When you can't choose your own worst enemy and the years prove the chosen one is you
Don't look back on your lost years of tragedy you'd just assume forget
And through these scars I pump new blood (Alas, new blood!)
My life support systems are gone (Alas, new blood!)
Alas I'm standing and I'm on my own
New blood, old skin