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Tourniquet the wound that is my body on this earth |
| [00:09.34] |
A few spins around, less a gift, more a curse |
| [00:13.40] |
Yeah |
| [00:26.62] |
Tourniquet the wound that is my body on this earth |
| [00:29.55] |
A few spins around, less a gift, more a curse |
| [00:33.60] |
Particular fissures reframed in the mind |
| [00:36.37] |
Too fvcked to live, too bitter to die |
| [00:41.43] |
Exposed, I know the bone |
| [00:44.68] |
So holy in its tone |
| [00:48.36] |
A weakness skin deep |
| [00:50.99] |
But it still makes me bleed |
| [00:53.80] |
This is the shape and the point of the tooth |
| [00:56.69] |
Dripping with distaste |
| [00:58.80] |
Leading straight, straight to you |
| [01:01.48] |
Oh, and it tears at my face |
| [01:03.56] |
The thought of your veins leading into nothing |
| [01:12.83] |
Yeah |
| [01:20.22] |
Tourniquet the wound that is my body on this earth |
| [01:23.28] |
A few spins around, less a gift, more of a fvcking cvnt |
| [01:27.00] |
Particular fissures reframed in the mind |
| [01:29.95] |
Too fvcked to live, too bitter to die |
| [01:34.97] |
I learned a lot about friends |
| [01:37.69] |
With a blade in the back of my head |
| [01:41.38] |
I learned a lot about my enemies |
| [01:44.04] |
When I realised even I got the best of me |
| [01:51.14] |
Pull out the shrapnel and stitch the lesion |
| [02:00.73] |
And under the sun |
| [02:03.10] |
And under the sun, wings of wax melt shut |
| [02:07.20] |
You know what it takes |
| [02:08.95] |
(The bitter taste) |
| [02:09.23] |
The bitter taste |
| [02:10.59] |
Caught in a flesh prison of disgrace |
| [02:18.47] |
I hold a gun to the leech as it screams for the warmth of my cold fvcking soul |
| [02:29.10] |
As it's taken its hold |
| [02:39.59] |
Fvck the leech |
| [02:41.46] |
As it screams for my soul |
| [02:47.53] |
Fvck the leech |
| [02:49.74] |
As it screams for my soul |
