Wooden Soul کے بول

Cringe at the sight Weary within sorrows plight Man's hand has scarred again Over my wooden soul Crucified once more Fallen down, ugly and sore Principality marks & chips my wooden soul Lies, man cannot be trusted My savior bleeds Callused hands With fury's need To break my wooden soul My wooden soul Tear it down, this human hold Where's the answers I'd hoped to find? Release me from the chains that bind Lies, man cannot be trusted How many times must I try I put my faith in you Only to be let down Faced pushed to the ground And no one cares!!!!!!!!!!!! Human hold takes it toll No control, wooden soul Lies, man cannot be trusted