Tourniquet the wound
That is my body on this earth
A few spins around, less a gift
More a curse
Particular fissures
Reframed in the mind
Too fucked too live
To bitter to die
Exposed, I know the bone
So holy in it’s tone
A weakness skin deep
But it still makes me bleed
This is the shape and point of the tooth
Dripping with distaste
Leading straight
Straight to you
Oh and it tears at my face
The thought of your veins
Leading into nothing
Tourniquet the wound
That is my body on this earth
A few spins around, less a gift
More a fucking cunt
Particular fissures
Reframed in the mind
Too fucked too live
To bitter to die
I learned a lot about friends
With a blade in the back of my head
I learned a lot about enemies
When I realised even I got the best of me
Pull out shrapnel
And stitch the lesion
And under the Sun
Wings of wax melt shut
You know
What it takes
The bitter taste
Caught in a flesh prison
Of disgrace
I hold a gun to the leach, as it screams
For the warmth of my cold fucking soul
Fuck the leech
As it screams for my soul
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.