The Wound
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
Credits
Writer(s): Denis Guy Marc Barthe, Bertrand Lucien Cantat, Frederic Vincen Vidalenc, Serge Marius Pierre Teyssot Gay
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