All These Wounds

This last chord leave us safe in ground.
Like a torch crossing the dark sky.
Don’t tell me how I feel, buddy, cause my words almost take my down.
Problems in my world, it’s out of control, the time we lose is wasted,
broken and blurred.
Healing all these wounds, someone I can trust for the upcoming battle without a
peaceful end.
Go and save yourself.
Empty fucking bullshit reigns.
Face it, break that mirror up and then rest.