Letra de Pawn

Pale, expance of skin Flesh bruised and scabbed with blood Round the circling arms Crossed upon a clear black sun Framed, the face looked up Punctured and rid of past Back to the point Where the hour came round last Cut it all away Take my hate back Slow, dragged and beat Purged with earth and mud Calm the twisting mind Inside, lined to start Leave a smearlike stain Tumbled thoughts back to front Ragged mouth leaning open Until all is done