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