i was lost i was i was i was i was inside the earth they call me faker but it takes one to know one dear i was blood i was i was i was i was unbreakable they call me satan but it takes one to know one dear i i am not the one likely to dress up as sympathy i i am not the one not me i have no empathy cause i still got those scars on my knees i am my own disease it s your life or it s his so you you gonna fight so hard and helicopters screaming over your head at night it s your loss or it s his so you you gonna smoke him out and when the flash comes i see bones through my fingertips i i am not the one likely to dress up as sympathy i i am not the one not me i have no empathy cause i still got those scars on my knees i am my own disease i i am not the one likely i i am not the one not me i i am not the one likely to dress up as sympathy i i am not the one not me i have no empathy cause i still got those scars on my knees i am my own disease i was dust i was i was i was i was unbreakable they call me satan but it takes one to know one dear