Tourniquet - Dealer

Tourniquet the wound that is my body on this earth

A few spins around, less a gift, more a curse

Yeah

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 to live, too bitter to die

Exposed, I know the bone

So holy in its tone

A weakness skin deep

But it still makes me bleed

This is the shape and the 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

Yeah

Tourniquet the wound that is my body on this earth

A few spins around, less a gift, more of a fucking cunt

Particular fissures reframed in the mind

Too fucked to live, too bitter to die

I learned a lot about friends

With a blade in the back of my head

I learned a lot about my enemies

When I realised even I got the best of me

Pull out the shrapnel and stitch the lesion

And under the sun

And under the sun, wings of wax melt shut

You know what it takes

(The bitter taste)

The bitter taste

Caught in a flesh prison of disgrace

I hold a gun to the leech as it screams for the warmth of my cold fucking soul

As it’s taken its hold

Fuck the leech

As it screams for my soul

Fuck the leech

As it screams for my soul