Paroles de Open Wound Salvation

This urge, duct-tape and the barrel Of a gun Crowbar slaughter, a six-inch knife To run you through When I awake, from the silence Of dreaming Splinters of bloodstained glass Burst inside my head Faceless and scarred Dig the hole and bleed you dry Faceless God of bleeding scars Dig the hole - Open Wound Salvation Cyanide saviour, fractured soul Nine millimeter redemption Open Wound Salvation