In the beginning, it was nothing but dirt and clay Breathing a new life from the vessel taking shape Conjured from rivers and set to open flame What is held within, now trapped without escape Everything can change in the blink of an eye Life held hostage by the face of the night Sharp are the daggers that cut into the vein Lacerations heal, but the memories still remain Battered and bruised Still wearing the wounds The trauma goes on and on Tattered and torn Still facing the storm I'm fighting till the break of dawn I won't let it win Rivers of gold in porcelain Don't give up, don't give up Light up the dark in everything I won't let it win The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal The pain you can't free is the trauma revealed Shattered, now shapeless, and scattered on the ground Pieces of my past are the mirrors that surround Shards of the future beneath the broken skin Only I can heal what is buried deep within Shellshock The hot lead in my chest Ripped right through the bulletproof vest My eyes start to roll back Choking on blood as it all fades to black Battered and bruised Still wearing the wounds The trauma goes on and on Tattered and torn Still facing the storm I'm fighting till the break of dawn I won't let it win Rivers of gold in porcelain Don't give up, don't give up Light up the dark in everything I won't let it win The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal The pain you can't free is the trauma revealed Shellshock