We Are The Wounds

Do I buy your pity with my suffering?

Turn your eye at the violence that you create

Another sunrise my only crime

Another scapegoat to crucify

I'm not a mural to your misgivings

But I hope that every scar you see

Burns a hole inside your chest and you think of me

And you think of me

And you think of me

Where do we draw the line?

We're left sowing the soil

Of deaths design

So let me out of this prison

Our only chance to leave our chains behind

We are the wounds

In a world beyond the mend

We are the pain

Wearing the crown of punishment

Our salvation will only dance inside our fading dreams

But my heart keeps beating

In a world between the seams

And it's too late to rescind this

The blood is on your hands

No need to sound the trumpets

There is no song to my end

There is no song to my end

There is no song to my end

There is no song to my end

There is no song to my end

There is no song to my end

There is no song to my end

There is no song to my end