Every Scar Still Knows My Name (Live at the Arena)

The floorboards creak, the dust begins to rise A heavy silence wearing no disguise I hear the whispers underneath the floor A quiet heartbeat knocking at my door They shape my hands, they move within my skin They know exactly where the cracks begin I try to lock the room and run away But they just grow much louder when the sky turns gray The storm is coming, the swamp is filling fast The rising muddy water swallows up the path Oh, let the thunder roll… Every scar… still knows my name! Every scar… still knows my name! You can bury me alive— Every scar… still knows my name! I poured the whiskey just to drown the noise But alcohol just gave their voices life… They pull the threads, they slow down my pulse Turning my own mind into something else Every scar… still knows my name! Every scar… still knows my name! You can bury me alive— Every scar… still knows my name! Every ghost still wears my face… Lost inside this empty space… Every ghost still wears my face! WE CANNOT ERASE! Every scar… still knows my name! Every scar… still knows my name! You can bury me alive— Every scar… still knows my name! Every scar… Still knows my name… …even when I don’t.