Wailing Wood

That human you knew here Is falling seven stages Is heading down to hell He's turning back your will He's ripping out his skin He's hoping to return (you'll never be again) To feel his flesh once more (never a man again) Your eyes and fingers are my thorns Your voice and pain are one I'm taking down that tree To have a chance now I'm taking down that tree And feel alive once more My mangle arms are wailing I've been making of my home just a gibbet