Testo Tourniquet

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 too live To bitter to die

Exposed, I know the bone
So holy in it's tone
A weakness skin deep
But it still makes me bleed

This is the shape and 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
Tourniquet the wound
That is my body on this earth
A few spins around, less a gift
More a fucking cunt

Particular fissures
Reframed in the mind
Too fucked too live
To 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 realised even I got the best of me


Pull out shrapnel
And stitch the lesion

And under the sun
wings of wax melt shut,
you know..
What it takes
The bitter taste
Caught in a flesh prison
Of disgrace

I hold a gun to the leach, as it screams.
For the warmth of my cold fucking soul.

fuck the leech,
As it screams for my sou