Wounded

The face of the devil is bald and emaciated
And I’m staring him dead in the eyes when I look into the reflection of the knife

Tendons and ligaments I didn’t even know I had are visible
And when it gets too hot my veins throb with an ache
Tendons and ligaments I didn’t even know I had are visible
And when it gets too hot my veins throb with an ache I wish you ached with

My veins throb with an ache I wish you ached with
My veins throb with an ache I wish you ached with
My veins throb with an ache I wish you ached with
My veins throb with an ache I wish you ached with
My veins throb with an ache I wish you ached with
My veins throb with an ache I wish you ached with
My veins throb with an ache I wish you ached with
My veins throb with an ache I wish you ached with

I love you, but I will not forgive you
Forgive you, forgive you
I love you, but I will not forgive you
Forgive you, forgive you
I love you, but I will not forgive you
Forgive you, forgive you
I love you, but I will not forgive you
Forgive you, forgive you