Album: For The Incomplete
Verse
What I thought would kill the pain
Only brought more.
I lay dying, my wrist pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost?
Chorus
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me, salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me, salvation.
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied?
Christ, tourniquet, my suicide.
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