The Wound (démo) Songtext
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The Wound (démo) Songtext
Hello sneaking man
You want to fix my mind
But I don′t care for you
Your smile and the other lies
You were crawling around my bed
Sure I was afraid
Lord, could you see my blood
And could you hear my prayer
Oh, oh-oh, oh let them burn
Oh, oh-oh, oh let them burn
Lost in your coldness
I couldn't know the rest
When the fear is a jaw
Have you ever been drawned?
Oh, yes I′m falling
I always fall down
Oh, oh-oh, oh let them burn
I know you never doubt
But the day will come, I hope
You gonna get the rope
You gonna have the snake around your sweet neck
Hey
Lying in a place for nobody else
Words won't pass your mouth
I'm gonna bury your sufficiency
Deep in my own south
Well, I′ve tried to be patient
Oh, Lord, my prayer can′t
I can't hear you anymore
You′re nothing more and more
Oh, oh-oh, oh let them burn
Oh, oh-oh, oh let them burn
Oh, can't you feel the wound?
And did you see the bounds
Have you ever heard a big breath?
Hurricanes of skin
Torrents of frailness
Can′t you feel the wound?
An Indian fury
An Indian riot
I feel the wound, that's all
I feel the wound, that′s all
I feel the wound
You want to fix my mind
But I don′t care for you
Your smile and the other lies
You were crawling around my bed
Sure I was afraid
Lord, could you see my blood
And could you hear my prayer
Oh, oh-oh, oh let them burn
Oh, oh-oh, oh let them burn
Lost in your coldness
I couldn't know the rest
When the fear is a jaw
Have you ever been drawned?
Oh, yes I′m falling
I always fall down
Oh, oh-oh, oh let them burn
I know you never doubt
But the day will come, I hope
You gonna get the rope
You gonna have the snake around your sweet neck
Hey
Lying in a place for nobody else
Words won't pass your mouth
I'm gonna bury your sufficiency
Deep in my own south
Well, I′ve tried to be patient
Oh, Lord, my prayer can′t
I can't hear you anymore
You′re nothing more and more
Oh, oh-oh, oh let them burn
Oh, oh-oh, oh let them burn
Oh, can't you feel the wound?
And did you see the bounds
Have you ever heard a big breath?
Hurricanes of skin
Torrents of frailness
Can′t you feel the wound?
An Indian fury
An Indian riot
I feel the wound, that's all
I feel the wound, that′s all
I feel the wound
Writer(s): Gay Serge Marius Pierre Teyssot, Frederic Vincen Vidalenc, Denis Guy Marc Barthe, Bertrand Lucien Cantat Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com