Credits
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I feel your tourniquet
Pressure sure to save a limb
Leave me in this pit of Hell
Enslave me with the pretty things
[Verse 2]
Tell me that you cannot feel
I can't resist, I cannot fail
Enshrine a lie as children die
Excuses veiled in blood
[Verse 3]
Your age of God
Your rage of love
The taste of blood
Spit in the face of politicians
That belial breeds
I feel your sense of regret
Belials reaping of it
[PreChorus]
I feel your tourniquet
Pressure sure to save a limb
Leave me in this pit of Hell
Enslave me with the pretty things
[Chorus]
Tell me that you cannot feel
I can't resist, I cannot fail
Enshrine a lie as children die
Enshrine a lie as children die
[Bridge]
I feel your sense of regret
Belials reaping of it
Restrained by this tourniquet
I feel your sense of regret
Belials reaping of it
Restrained by this tourniquet
[Outro]
Enshrine a lie, children die
