Stare into the Seething Wounds

Take a look, what's left

'Neath the worn and tattered flesh

Cut yourself again on a piece you couldn't mend

Abrasions left undressed, leave a stain of those who've left

Cradled in distress, robbed of innocence

A child's buried in a rotten youth

And now it haunts in once forgotten truth

Look at what they've done to you

It's time to stare into the seething wounds