Songtexte:
Wounded The The Real

my head. When the fire is at your feet. Not a knife thrown yet and you already bleed. Preachers of reality, It is all but real I see. Oh watch over my

in my head. When the fire is at your feet. Not a knife thrown yet and you already bleed. Preachers of reality, It is all but real I see. Oh watch over

: hey let's make it real to immortalize how we feel the wound "life" to forever heal and noone's left our love to steal you, stranger, non greek and

were kept wounded Anger is so real... And it still blows me away How easily time is wasted And it still blows me away How easily were kept wounded Anger is so real

: The open wound she hides She just keeps it bundled up And never lets it show She can't take much more of this But she can't let it go And that's ok

bought and paid for you And it! And it! End it! End it! Who's gonna help me Who's gonna help me Get past this thing Get past this thing To a real place To a real

be commital to be a little deviation. So I get all wound up inside. I can see your scene unwind. You dance together or you dance alone. And leave the real

prayer. Yeah, you say that I hurt you and your voice is like a prayer. Yeah, well maybe I hurt you some, let's contrast and compare. Lift up your shirt, the wound

night No one watches when the ambulance pulls away Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz Between