Stones
Scarred Lyrics


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As I came, they all turned their back
Whispers buzzing to my ears,
They molded my statue,
And dressed it with a straight-jacket,
Such a beautiful artefact,

Like insects feeding off the bleeding beast
Attracted by bouts of pain,
They turned me into a scapegoat,
Splashing red over my naked body

Never justify nor deny,
I saw it coming with my third eye,
Pitiful liars who made up their fucking minds,

I saw it coming with my third eye

These stones thrown at my face,
Only make my fire grow,
I′ll transform the stones into gold,
Crucified

As they drew the picture of a scarecrow,
Leaving me hollow and unreal,
They jailed me in a coal chamber,
Where walls snigger endlessly

Like insects feeding off the bleeding beast
Attracted by bouts of pain,
They turned me into a scapegoat,
Splashing red over my naked body

Never justify nor deny,
I saw it coming with my third eye,
Pitiful liars who made up their fucking minds,

I saw it coming with my third eye

These stones thrown at my face,
Only make my fire grow,
I'll transform the stones into gold,
Crucified

Sacrifice the lamb
You can try but it will be futile in the end





Rusting in my hands
These nails are rusting in my hands

Overall Meaning

The song Stones by Scarred is a powerful, emotional track that speaks to the experience of being wrongly accused and scapegoated. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of someone who has been ostracized and punished for a crime they did not commit, with whispers buzzing in their ears and stones being thrown at their face. The imagery of insects feeding off a bleeding beast and a scarecrow being drawn creates a sense of isolation and dehumanization that is palpable.


Despite the adversity and persecution they face, the singer of the song remains unbroken. They refuse to justify or deny themselves in the face of their accusers and instead see the situation for what it is, recognizing the pitiful liars who made up their minds against them. The use of the phrase "third eye" suggests a kind of intuition or inner wisdom that allows the singer to see through the lies and hold onto their own truth.


The chorus of the song is particularly powerful, with the singer declaring that the stones thrown at their face only make their fire grow. They will transform the stones into gold, a metaphor for turning adversity into strength and using it to fuel their own growth and transformation. The final lines of the song, "Sacrifice the lamb / You can try but it will be futile in the end / Rusting in my hands / These nails are rusting in my hands," suggest a martyr-like quality to the singer's struggle, with them willing to endure all manner of persecution in pursuit of their own truth and growth.


Line by Line Meaning

As I came, they all turned their back
Upon arrival, everyone ignored and rejected me


Whispers buzzing to my ears,
Rumors and gossip were being spread about me


They molded my statue,
They formed an image of me that was untrue to who I really am


And dressed it with a straight-jacket,
They restricted me from being myself


Such a beautiful artefact,
The image they created of me was aesthetically pleasing


Like insects feeding off the bleeding beast
People were attracted to my pain and suffering like insects to a dying animal


Attracted by bouts of pain,
People were drawn to my suffering


They turned me into a scapegoat,
They blamed me for their problems and used me as a convenient target


Splashing red over my naked body
They metaphorically attacked me and left me exposed


Never justify nor deny,
I chose not to explain or defend myself


I saw it coming with my third eye,
I had a feeling that this would happen


Pitiful liars who made up their fucking minds,
Those who turned against me made up their minds without facts or truth


These stones thrown at my face,
The attacks and insults directed at me


Only make my fire grow,
They only make me stronger and more passionate


I′ll transform the stones into gold,
I will turn the negativity into something valuable and positive


Crucified
I feel like I am being unjustly punished


As they drew the picture of a scarecrow,
They depicted me as something to be feared and hated


Leaving me hollow and unreal,
They stripped me of my identity and authenticity


They jailed me in a coal chamber,
They confined me to a dark and depressing place


Where walls snigger endlessly
The environment was hostile and laughter came at my expense


Sacrifice the lamb
They are willing to harm me despite my innocence


You can try but it will be futile in the end
Their efforts to bring me down will ultimately fail


Rusting in my hands
I am left with something that is falling apart


These nails are rusting in my hands
I am holding onto something that is harmful and ineffective




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