Burn it in my head
carve it on my sleeve
but it never bled
the scar will never leave
on a razor wire
through a prison wall
a gaurd that is for hire
now on my knees I crawl
I drown in blood and water
dead by my own hand
taken to the slaughter
will I be pulled to land
it beats within my chest
and bleeds in times of fear
by your hand it was caressed
your voice made everything so clear
