| [00:06.55] | 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 |