Tourniquet 歌词

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