The Wound

Hello sneaking manYou want to fix my mindBut i don't care for youYour smile and the other liesYou were crawling around my bedSure i was afraidLord could you see my bloodAnd could you hear my prayerOoh let them burnOoh let them burnLost in your coldnessI couldn't know the restWhen the fear is a jawHave you ever been drawned ?Oh yes i'm fallingI always fall downOoh let them burnI know you never doubtBut the day will come i hopeYou gonna get the ropeYou gonna have the snake around your sweet neck...Lying in a place for nobody elseWords won't pass your mouthI'm gonna bury your sufficiencyDeep in my own southWell, i've tried to be patientOh lord my prayer can'tI can't hear you any moreYou're nothing more and moreOoh let them burnOoh let them burnCan't you feel the wound ?And did you see the boundsHave you ever heard a big breath ?Hurricanes of skinTorrents of frailnessCan't you feel the wound ?An indian furyAn indian riotI feel the wound that's allI feel the wound that's all.