I have been hurt by others

And I will hurt them

I will make them suffer

Like I have suffered

I can see

Why you felt the way you did

When you're seconds from the end

Do you think of me?

Or is it all the same?

Did you walk through the walls?

Were you ever here at all?

Is it empty black?

Or is it all the same?

My open wound

Heavy hand from a heavy head

I was there and didn't see

With a single blow

He wiped it all away

You've bit right through your tongue

So who here's at fault?

What a fucked up question

My open wound

It scabs again

But it never heals over

My open wound

Draped around me

All for your entertainment

Is it artful drowning?

Or a gross exaggeration

Of a higher power still watching over?

I don't think so

But it's just a waste of thought

Because I don't believe in God

I can't separate it from the rest

It's such a fucking shame

That unless we shared a past

Or it's the apple of my eye

It still wouldn't change a thing

It's a sad, sad truth

But we all come to terms

My open wound

It scabs again

But it never heals over

My open wound

Draped around me

All for your entertainment

I can't separate it from the rest

And you say it's such a shame

You say it's a waste of thought

Because I don't believe in God

Between you and me

Who am I to be saved?

I don't want to be alive