From the blistered hands They give the gift Of ever-burning pain If once was never enough It's just another scar to lay in me I found myself Here in the frigid dirt Here in the frigid dirt I found myself In the middle
From the blistered hands They give the gift Of ever-burning pain If once was never enough It's just another scar that lies in me
I found myself Here in the frigid dirt Here in the frigid dirt I found myself In the middle Of it all
To find myself in a bed of feathers
You are the same You won't let go Goodbye
This is only a is born At its wake And can't you see the very edge On the grave of Don't ever Don't Let's go back to the beginning
Hands They give the gift Of ever-burning pain If once was never enough It's just another scar that lies in me
I found myself Here in the frigid dirt Here in the frigid dirt I found myself In the middle Of it all
