history of violence

now it's not what it seems, i just can't start to say, it was these evil days, of pain and fear, something was broke, my skin hard like an oak, my mind hard like an oak, i got a history of violence, it's not written on my face, you wouldn't know it, it's buried in my leather case, i got a history of violence, it's not written on my skin, you couldn't see it, it's a ripple in my grin, like the people of my kin, and now it's not what it seems, i just can't start to say, it was these evil days, of pain and fear, something was broke, my skin hard like an oak, my mind hard like an oak, i got a history of silence, the bruises and the sins, don't wash away, it's not written in my name, like a? my skin, somthing that i've never shown, memories from a broken home, the engine with no train, shame like a funny game, the witness of the sin, the scratches on my skin, the moment i begin, to runaway james dean, the shutter on the screen, the curtain on the scene, the arrow in the breast, weight inside the chest, an erasble race, with no traceable trace, satchel full of lies, the devil in the eye, it's not written on my grave, it's not written on my grave, it's not written on my grave, you wouldn't know it, i'm buried safe and well behaved, i got a history of evil, i got a history of evil, i got a history of evil, i