Texty:
Hell Within Open Eyed To Open Wounds

Open my scars Open my eyes The sick Deserted The hollow Fall further I burn these tracks that I've laid Dried out for days I stare into the sun I'm

turned alcoholic vegetable Frantically encouraged a sordid series Of what can only be described as 'Letters' This steamy correspondence climaxed In this wide-eyed innocent fourteen year old's Now infamous photo, with

get killed just for speakin' The only deacon is death when ya left wounded Layin' on the ground and meet your doom quick I done been through the deserts of hell with

killed just for speakin' The only deacon is death when ya left wounded Layin' on the ground and meet your doom quick I done been through the deserts of hell with