Besedila: Stavesacre. Wither.

And in the dark the same old scars
Wake me up to bleed again
When it's done, will the new day sun
Burn what's left of me to mend?

Will you know my name
Or will I hang my head in shame?
Will you take this tired skin
That I've been dying in?

Will someone hold me to the light?
And if I die tonight
Then take this broken man and wrap me tight within
This brand new skin