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