Exit Wounds

Woe is me
There’s a hole in the soul of the world tonight

I had to hide my gun tonight because it might feel too right

Between my fingers against my head pressed to my chest or beneath my chin but I’m not giving in

The truth is inescapable
I am unbreakable

This is the writers way
This is the writers way

Im the daughter of sorrow
The bride of wrath
I’ll burn the world and sing upon the ash
(Repeat x3)

Im not okay
Im not okay

Lost among the wreckage
Bloodied and battered

They try to dig us out but nothing fucking mattеrs

Don’t blame your attackers
Cuz nothing fucking matters
Nothing fucking mattеrs

Im the daughter of sorrow
The bride of wrath
I’ll burn the world and sing upon the ash
(Repeat x4)

I can tell you about secret scars
I can tell you about falling apart
(Repeat)

In the towers of power to the highest cathedral six feet of dirt make no man equal