Fatal wounds left to be sewnnWanting all to be my ownnHow can I heal if you keep hurtingnTurning in the sun and freezing in the moonnI pray it will be over real soonnnPointed and clasped they are freenTold of nothing I am to benWhat can I do to you so badnGlad you gave, mad you savenAll of it goes in the wavenn*If I wanted you to feelnMy own wounds won't ever healnThen we'll play a dangerous gamenI'll be you, you'll be menAt the end of this dangerous gamennAngry faces screaming widenYelling false and harmful grindnWhy am I the scapegoatnFloat down the river to the lakenWe can stay for as long as it may takenn*