Lyrics:
the words that you wrote could bring this hurt to and end
Well you just left me here waiting
Left a wound that won't heal
God your so far away you don't
can't let nobody know
I-I got wounds in my heart, might never heal
I got wounds in my heart, might never heal
Late at night, I just be seeing things, what
fertilizer
I lost my virginity to a trombone
I use hand sanitizer as lube
I wipe my butt with Clorox disinfectant wipes
I Lysol my open wounds
I drink rubbing
Well dressed wax-work wound up to walk
Stares through the window
Clown in the alley-way looking for an exit, facing the shadows
I don't patronise you
I
but I wound up with the moon and the stars
When her eyes met mine, the room filled with Spanish guitars
The kerosene in my blood
Came on like a flood
shaking, my hands are sweating as I grasp her scrawny neck
Visions plague me, as I release this beast inside my head
Savage wounds, her skull is caved in,
through all I could go through
There was scars on my heart
Where love had left its mark
Wounds that I still carried from the fall
Oh but your love
of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the man upon the cross
My sin upon His
wounds are far too deep
We won’t heal each other so let’s sleep
And we are dreaming through our lives
We create our destiny
A new model of lost tries
We
the darkness
The pain of dying worlds
Crush
Sunlight seems a blood smear
Night comes, blood-black
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh
roll on
Playing along with the rest of the world
Saxophone women...satisfied girls
I'm a wound-up string on a violin
The future's gonna take me
undressed their wounds for each other
And there is a boy in a basement with a four track machine
He's been strumming and screaming all night, down there
Lot of dry snitchin', internet tellin'
Imaginary life, imaginary ball
They talkin' war wounds, imaginary scars
We call 'em clown niggas, wanna beat
believe our love goes strong
This game is over
This game is over.
Never had to doubt you but these wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon but
yet still so tightly wound around our foregone conclusions
teach us divine misdeeds
Our clerics will kill to make us stay down on our knees
Another war is over
And the pain is almost gone
Each wound has been
to the Gold Coast Shorе
I worked for grub on an old Dutch tub
Wound up in LA
Where a pretty little girl took me on a whirl
And when I woke up next day
When I
death be guided by fervor and the void that suffocates its twinkle
An awkward wound beneath my withering flesh
I've found so much strength in my
I TRAVELED FAR AWAY FROM YOU
UNRAVEL ALL OF MY OLD WOUNDS
I WANTED TO FEEL SOMETHING DIFFERENT
I MISS YOU THERE IS NO REPLACEMENT
I LOST YOU IN JUST
Love that dreams love that moves
Love that nurtures every wound
I hope you find what Christmas means
Love
Love
Love
Love
I hope you find what
it's not an affair 'cah she fucked a millionaire
Mack-10, with a coolant fool
These fuck niggas with bullet wounds
Stitchin' hangin' out my breaches,
host never even knows.
Pull the wool over our eyes.
Walk the line and pay the price.
A pound of flesh for paradise.
Wear the wounds of your demise.
a chance to stop the dance and sit one out alone
I'm a fool who wound up lonesome but I'm better off on my own
We know it's wrong , we can't go on,
The tables have turned
I am taking back my soul
Tranquilized, scrutinized
Hate injected mind
As if internal wounds
Wouldn't bleed, wouldn't hurt me
I
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