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[Verse 2]
Memories linger they dance in the dark
Time heals the wounds but it leaves its mark
In the quiet night we drift apart
Finding peace within our

wound
Spike the holy water
We are sons and daughters of a missing god
Baby, I’m perilous
I’m already over it
This cloak and dagger doesn’t fit
I’m so sick

You call me nothing, an arrogant vile bastard
You never saw the open wound ,you left me a scar
Behind the mask of purity, beyond all your lies

on the cusp of second chances 
But you still can't tear down my defenses 

They built us up just to tear us down
These webs we weave are tightly wound
You can't

I smile the same?
Will I lose anyone else?

Oh Christmas time?
Oh Christmas time
Won't heal those wounds
Oh Christmas time?
Another year's gone

Broken Lungs

Thrice

Live at the House of Blues

2008

Woke up to a brand new skyline
We licked our wounds and mourn the dead
Swallow the story hook and sinker
Is that what we meant when we said
That

reputation
The old elite
Came off the street
And wound up as an institution

The next generation won't produce
The heroes and the fashion freaks
There's

Fever

Bullet for My Valentine

Fever

2010

It's hot as hell in here
Everybody wants to lose control
The music's turned up loud, the lights
We'll turn them low

Wound up like a hurricane

time heals all wounds
Meanwhile mine won't fade
On the road to nowhere
This don't make sense
Trying not to crash out
God will when it end
My addiction

the shadows
Yearning for release
Haunted by memories
Dreams that never cease
Chains that bind me
Wounds that won't heal
Seeking freedom
Longing to feel
Night

it both wounds me and tickles my heart

Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,
or grieve at my fate, when I know it's in vain?
Yet so

this world
You won't feel alone never again

Softly I kiss your open wounds
I feel all your grief
Feeling alone surrounded by ghosts
Show me how to love

saw the wound but never stalled the flow
It took the time to grow
The will was lost on you
You saw no use in trying
And still you wonder why we’ve

to heal all of our wounds
Where are you Warped Tour
Nowhere to be found
No place for skate punk, emo, metal, hardcore, or ska now

it ever end
And I found my heart by the sidelines
With too many wounds to tend
Too many wounds to tend

A face in the crowd
Pick me out
Hear my name

Mental wounds and battle scars

Can you comprehend
Safety's off, this conversation might offend
Twist and pull the pin
Thumb a clip but this is not the end

Keeps on coming back
Cycles repeating
Familiar pain
But it's all behind me now isn't it

Back in these memories
Open old wounds
These echoes from

shame
With all your failures and all of your wounds
You're the lonely judge in the room
Light heart

When all the light
Like a sea spray on an open wound
You feel the sting before it heals you
And you'll stand up from the corner
And you'll know it was

count our wounds

They stare each other when sirens ring and strike
They stare each other when starving wild dogs bark

We are the living dead
We bend

One blade, thousand wounds
This is our salvation

Living my life a Hell will lead me to the Heaven's Gate
This burden is my fate, I'm on a rush, i can't

We

Bill Anderson

Bill & Jan (Or Jan & Bill)

1972

folks from Salt Lake City on a train
We spent a week one night in LA looking for a doctor's daughter on the strip
Then we wound up in Nashville pitchin'

waits for me
Thousand wounds that don't heal
And a heart that forgot to feel

Stuck on a losing streak
That's what I am and I ever will be
Waiting for

Me and my delusions on the sidewalk with the ghosts
A constant contradiction, the words follow where I go
It's a twisted way of living, I get wound