1. TOURNIQUET

Tourniquet the wound that is my body on this earth
A few spins around, less a gift, more a curse
Yeah

Tourniquet the wound that is my body on this earth
A few spins around, less a gift, more a curse
Particular fissures reframed in the mind
Too fucked to live, too bitter to die
Exposed, I know the bone
So holy in its tone
A weakness skin deep
But it still makes me bleed
This is the shape and the point of the tooth
Dripping with distaste
Leading straight, straight to you
Oh, and it tears at my face
The thought of your veins leading into nothing
Yeah

Tourniquet the wound that is my body on this earth
A few spins around, less a gift, more of a fucking cunt
Particular fissures reframed in the mind
Too fucked to live, too bitter to die

I learned a lot about friends
With a blade in the back of my head
I learned a lot about enemies
When I realized even I got the best of me

Pull out shrapnel and stitch the lesion

And under the sun
And under the sun, wings of wax melt shut
You know what it takes
(The bitter taste)
The bitter taste
Caught in a flesh prison of disgrace

I hold a gun to the leech as it screams for the warmth of my cold fucking soul
As it's taken its hold
Fuck the leech
As it screams for my soul
Fuck the leech
As it screams for my soul


2. BLADE IN A BULLET WOUND

I see the devil in the details
Of another pseudo-saint
Here to rip out the pain
Like a blade in a bullet wound
In a bullet wound

Look deep inside
What do you see?
A seismic loss
In vitality
I know it's hard to find the time to die
When caught between the panels of life and its lies
I guess this dirt is my bed
So I'll fucking lie in it

What's this for?
These open doors I ignore
Or the fact of the matter
I seem to be immune and unable to withdraw
Lie, lie to me
Perpetuate fantasy

I know it's hard to find the time to die
When caught between the panels of life and its lies
I guess this dirt is my bed
So I'll fucking lie in it
I guess this dirt is my bed
So I'll fucking die in it

I hope you got what you came for
Because I refuse to bleed here anymore
So pull on the teeth of the jaws of death
Or cower and hide from the feel of its breath
What if I break?
Disintegrate, maybe
Then I'll find something
In the suffering

Like a blade
In a bullet wound
Another severed limb to ensure survival
Another piece of shit begging for revival, no
Force your exit
Like a blade in a bullet wound


3. VIOLENT STIMULI

Once again you've forced my hand
To be part of this warfare
A loss in translation, or is there more to it?
'Cause I swear to God
I'm always fucking fighting this
Toxin-laced fate
It's in the DNA
Within every strain

Forced my hand
And it's taking its toll
The sense of losing control
The fucking burn on the soul
Forced my hand
And it's taking its toll
The sense of losing control
The fucking burn on the soul
(The fucking burn on the soul)
(The fucking burn on the soul)

I desist to substantiate your delusional reasoning
Look me in the eyes so I know you’re fucking listening
Pull apart the framework, have a deep look within
The bullshit contorts with every fucking spin
Fuck this
(Violent stimuli)

Yeah
No more head buried in the sand
The grip of self-preservation like a weapon in the hand

Forced my hand
And it's taking its toll
The sense of losing control
The fucking burn on the soul
Forced my hand
And it's taking its toll
The sense of losing control
The fucking burn on the soul
(The fucking burn on the soul)

Look at what you've made me do
You didn't shut your rat mouth
Now I gotta fucking poison you


4. SUFFER IN RHYTHM

I am a constant transgression
Sacrificial happiness doesn't render selfishness void
For I still fucking hate myself
For all the pain that you saw
I would never feel your needle nor your thread
Stitch my wounds again and again
We suffer in rhythm

To suffer in loss is to suffer in rhythm
To dance with your ghosts is to waltz with my demons
Trapped within memory
I try not to lose my identity
(Stitch my wounds)

I am a constant transgression
Sacrificial happiness doesn't render selfishness void
For I still fucking hate myself
For all the blood that you poured

(Stitch my wounds)
The blood and salt merge so subtly
(Stitch my wounds)
When face down in the rubble
Check
Your
Scars
And never do this again

You exist
Another cut from the edge of doubt
Consuming my words, bleed them out
Just another December

I long to numb the pain
Like the deep and desperate blue
My saint, my savior
My saint is you
My saint, my savior
My saint is you
I long to numb the pain
Like the deep and desperate blue
My saint, my savior
My saint is you
My saint, my savior
My saint is you

Long to numb the pain, long to numb the pain
Long to numb the pain, long to numb the pain
Long to numb the pain, long to numb the pain