Tourniquet
Tourniquet the wound that is my body on this earth
A few spins around, less a gift, more a curse
Yeah
Tourniquet the wound that is my body on this earth
A few spins around, less a gift, more a curse
Particular fissures reframed in the mind
Too fucked to live, too bitter to die
Exposed, I know the bone
So holy in its tone
A weakness skin deep
But it still makes me bleed
This is the shape and the point of the tooth
Dripping with distaste
Leading straight, straight to you
Oh, and it tears at my face
The thought of your veins
Leading into nothing
Yeah
Tourniquet the wound that is my body on this earth
A few spins around, less a gift, more a fucking cunt
Particular fissures reframed in the mind
Too fucked to live, too bitter to die
I learned a lot about friends
With a blade in the back of my head
I learned a lot about my enemies
When I realised even I got the best of me
Pull out shrapnel
And stitch the lesion
And under the sun, wings of wax melt shut
You know what it takes
The bitter taste
Caught in a flesh prison of disgrace
I hold a gun to the leech as it
Screams for the warmth of my cold fucking soul
Fuck the leech
As it screams for my soul
Fuck the leech
As it screams for my soul
A few spins around, less a gift, more a curse
Yeah
Tourniquet the wound that is my body on this earth
A few spins around, less a gift, more a curse
Particular fissures reframed in the mind
Too fucked to live, too bitter to die
Exposed, I know the bone
So holy in its tone
A weakness skin deep
But it still makes me bleed
This is the shape and the point of the tooth
Dripping with distaste
Leading straight, straight to you
Oh, and it tears at my face
The thought of your veins
Leading into nothing
Yeah
Tourniquet the wound that is my body on this earth
A few spins around, less a gift, more a fucking cunt
Particular fissures reframed in the mind
Too fucked to live, too bitter to die
I learned a lot about friends
With a blade in the back of my head
I learned a lot about my enemies
When I realised even I got the best of me
Pull out shrapnel
And stitch the lesion
And under the sun, wings of wax melt shut
You know what it takes
The bitter taste
Caught in a flesh prison of disgrace
I hold a gun to the leech as it
Screams for the warmth of my cold fucking soul
Fuck the leech
As it screams for my soul
Fuck the leech
As it screams for my soul
Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Ellaz, Joe Abikair, Maurice Morfaw, Mitchell Rodgers
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