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