Open Wounds

Follow me down into the pit

There’s blood on my hands,

And tears on my lips

I did not believe what you claimed to be

But the murder of you,

It was the murder of me

Oh Lord, won’t you send down the pain?

I’m ready to suffer again

I don’t know why I bother to pray

My knees grow so weak,

My head starts to sway

The room fills with fire, shadows do howl

The paint on the walls, boy,

It all starts to curl

Oh Lord, won’t you send down the pain?

I’m ready to suffer again

Tell me Lord

Tell me now

When will it end?

When will it end?

Look at the filthy lives we all lead

We are just open wounds exposed to Thee

Mercy I beg, but mercy from who?

Satan won’t have me, and neither will you

And everything ends just as it began,

With the half-hearted prayer of a weak worthless man

Oh Lord, won’t you send down the pain?

I’m ready to suffer again

Tell me Lord

Tell me now

When will it end?

When will it end?

Look at the filthy lives we all lead

We are just open wounds exposed to Thee

Lord won’t you send down the pain?