rusty knife in my body
will become a part of it
cold of a snowstorm
will permeate it fully
a loud scream and oblivion
I don't care anymore
(there is) no more salvation
there's no turning back
those weeks will not be back
the look is so cold (and) different
rusty knife in my body
I am a stranger to myself
I stumbled across this on "Transylvanian Recordings." They throw down, I may end up getting some more of their releases....this is the one I like best so far! Rich Kinman