What I thought would kill the pain Only brought more I lay dying My wrist pouring Crimson, Regret and Betrayal I'm dying, Praying, bleeding And screaming Am i too lost to be saved Am i too lost?
My god my tourniquet Return to me salvation My god my tourniquet Return to me salvation
My wounds cry for the grave My soul cries for deliverance Will i be denied? Christ, Tourniquet: My suicide