Those Poor Bastards Open Wounds
Follow me down into the pit
There’s blood on my hands,
And tears on my lips
I did not believe what you claimed to be
But the murder of you,
It was the murder of me
Oh Lord, won’t you send down the pain?
I’m ready to suffer again
I don’t know why I bother to pray
My knees grow so weak,
My head starts to sway
The room fills with fire, shadows do howl
The paint on the walls, boy,
It all starts to curl
Oh Lord, won’t you send down the pain?
I’m ready to suffer again
Tell me Lord
Tell me now
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
Look at the filthy lives we all lead
We are just open wounds exposed to Thee
Mercy I beg, but mercy from who?
Satan won’t have me, and neither will you
And everything ends just as it began,
With the half-hearted prayer of a weak worthless man
Oh Lord, won’t you send down the pain?
I’m ready to suffer again
Tell me Lord
Tell me now
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
When will it end?
Look at the filthy lives we all lead
We are just open wounds exposed to Thee
Lord won’t you send down the pain?
