Rust on the Gates of Heaven - Wear Your Wounds

Such fragile things bred to the wolves

A life of fangs oh so cruel

Born with the need but not the want

To long for something more than blood

Heaven looks the same from different hells

It’s the only truth that we both know

The wounds are theirs but the scars are ours

To some the key, but to not all doors

So we must answer the siren’s call

To right the wrongs that we both wrote

To be merciful with our thorns

As merciless with our love

To be merciful with our thorns

As merciless with our love