Bleeding The wound is still sore
Beating This heart beats no more
Separate the body, mind and soul
I still hear it beating
I still hear it out in the cold
The pulse is still racing, the flesh has gone cold
Still numb from the pain you bestowed
A Solitary Mass Of FleshBleeding The wound is still sore Beating This heart beats no more Separate the body, mind and soul I still hear it beating I still hear it out in the cold The pulse is still racing, the flesh has gone cold Still numb from the pain you bestowed |