Hand Of The Dead

Cut deep, the wound is open, infection sets in Will this be my last or does the cut get deeper? I can't feel walking with unopened eyes Lies that brought me here fade away Misplaced this cure, misplaced this heart Can't feel for the wound inside Hand of the dead laid in stone, shape shift to convince Drowning is evidence that fading is slowly taking root Can't feel for the wound inside Hand of the dead