The scars, chiseled like blank expressions
Run deep, memories for the dark to keep
Swept away, the truth for many, and lies for some
Unsaid, memories of the living dead
It doesn't take that long a look behind to see the wreckage of antique life
It doesn't take that long a look to see that far behind
Morality's been bankrupt for far too long a time
One hand washes the other, but they never quite come clean
The dirt last for generations, and it's so easily seen