Bullet Holes For The Already Wounded

Bullet Holes For The Already Wounded

i am dying for change inside this rotting shell of skin
i am crying, deranged and denied, from the taste of sin

crippled, broken, bleeding, undone
neurotic, forgotten, abandoned one

is hope just beyond our reach
when we refuse to practice what we preach
will we save ourselves from hell
in the lies that we choose to tell

with each tongue a loaded weapon
and each lie a bullet for the wounded