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
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
