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?

Ooh, let them burn
Ooh, let them burn

Lost in your coldness
I couldn't know the rest
When the fear is ajar
Have you ever been drawn?

Oh yes, I'm falling, I always fall down
Ooh, let them burn

I know you never doubt
But the day will come, I hope
You're gonna get the rope
You're gonna have the snake around your sweet neck
Hey

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

Ooh, let them burn
Ooh, let them burn

Oh, can't you feel the wound?
And did you see the bounds?
And 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