It's like you tear the hurt from my arms
It breaks the flesh enslaves our vices
It breaks the flesh & stakes
We convalesce & disarm tonight
You sell the vision of love
There's no wounded in here?
We're all wounded in here
It's only lives, only life
It's like you veiled the words from my harm
It breaks the flesh we taste revival
It stakes a million lives
I'll rest while I'm feeling tired
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