Rising from the Wreckage

Five senses under southern stars. The dirt runs red where the sun leaves scars.

Italian blood, bold Scottish veins ignite. Skull split wide, heard the reaper

call my name that night. Me through the windscreen gone in a flash.

Dad swallowed pills, drowned his last. He'll wrap a throw like barbed wire chains.

Whiskey veins scream through the pain. You ask if I'm all right. Well,

fuck can't you see? This heart's a bomb ticking inside me.

I rise from the wreckage strong and free. Piss on the grave they dug

for me. Scars are my colors, it paints my face.