Cut deep, the wound is open
Infection sets in
Will this be my last or does the cut deeper?
I can't feel
I can't feel walking with unopened eyes
Drowning is evidence
Drowing is evidence fading is slowly taking root
Hand of the dead
Laid in stone, shape shift to convince
Drowning is evidence that fading is slowly
Taking root
Can't feel for the wound inside
Taking root
Can't feel for the wound inside
Lies that brought me here fade away
Misplaced this cure, misplaced this heart
Can't feel for the wound inside
Can't feel for the wound inside
Hand of the dead
Hand of the dead
Hand of the dead
Hand of the dead