Boiled. Unwound. Filatured. 歌词

Pinned under my words and burdened by their weight They give you shadow A fucking reason to hate Suffering points the way Plays me against me Ease through the hide Your tongue still warm Depth of truth lies unseen The stab on your back A wet wound of denial Stitches will rip If I crawl outside Hands are stained with the blood of your guilt Enemy of my spoken word I bang my head against the fucking wall of indifference The quiet cuts through me Pinned under my words and burdened by their weight They give you shadow A fucking reason to hate Dark shapes move on Travel underneath Anger is stirred Your tongue still warm Hands are stained with the blood of your guilt Not one more word spoken, till I bleed through to hear this from you Enemy of my spoken word