Worms (In the Futility of the Senses)

Feel the sun open all my wounds
As it burns through you see the truth
No more lies can undo the times
Of your futile cries see through you
All the joy of your happy songs
Feel impassioned with colonial love
Is the death of times all that odd
When you don’t care at all
I won’t live like you own my life
I will live life with my own pride
Oh, all they do is blame you
For the ways you’ve been abusd
Oh, but they won’t ever chang us
We won’t ever lose
Feel the sun open all my wounds
As it burns through you see the truth
No more lies can undo the times
Of your futile cries see through you
Now i see all the light that bleeds
We can make this through, know the truth
I won’t live like you own my life
I will live life with my own pride