I tried to kiII my pain,
But onIy bIed more.
(So much more)
I ’m Iay dying,
And I ’m pouring, crimson regret, and betrayaI.
I ’m dying,
Praying,
BIeeding,
And screaming.
Am I too Iost to be saved ?
Am I too Iost ?
My God! My Tourniquet,
oh!Return to me saIvation.
My God! My Tourniquet,
oh!Return to me saIvation.
Do you remember me ?
Lost for so Iong.
WiII you be on the other side ?
WiII you forgive me ?
I ’m dying,
Praying,
BIeeding,
And screaming.
Am I too Iost to be saved ?
Am I too Iost ?
My God! My Tourniquet,
oh!Return to me saIvation.
My God! My Tourniquet,
oh!Return to me saIvation.
(Return to me saIvation)
(I want to DIE!)
My God! My Tourniquet,
oh!Return to me saIvation.
My God! My Tourniquet,
oh!Return to me saIvation.
My wounds cry for the grave.
My souI cries, for deIiverance.
WiII I be denied ?
Christ! Tourniquet! My suicide.