1. 1

    Salt the Wound - A Slight Burning Sensation

  2. 2

    Salt the Wound - A Year In The Suburbs

  3. 3

    Salt the Wound - An Era Of Revolution

  4. 4

    Salt the Wound - Better Than This

  5. 5

    Salt the Wound - Breathless

  6. 6

    Salt the Wound - Carnal Repercussions

  7. 7

    Salt the Wound - Cash On Delivery

  8. 8

    Salt the Wound - Early Mornings And Late Nights

  9. 9

    Salt the Wound - Elle Ess Dee

  10. 10

    Salt the Wound - Foot Of The Thrown

  11. 11

    Salt the Wound - From My Hands

  12. 12

    Salt the Wound - Gannon

  13. 13

    Salt the Wound - Gloves

  14. 14

    Salt the Wound - I Swear The Visine Is For My Allergies

  15. 15

    Salt the Wound - I Swear The Visine's For M

  16. 16

    Salt the Wound - Jafar

  17. 17

    Salt the Wound - Mutations

  18. 18

    Salt the Wound - Peas And Carrots

  19. 19

    Salt the Wound - Take A Bow

  20. 20

    Salt the Wound - The Cliff Before The Fall

  21. 21

    Salt the Wound - The Conformist

  22. 22

    Salt the Wound - The Rape and Pillage of Spisville

  23. 23

    Salt the Wound - To The Top

  24. 24

    Salt the Wound - We'll Sleep Until Sunset

  25. 25

    Salt the Wound - When People Are Shameless

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    Salt the Wound - Why Don't You Have a Seat

An Era Of Revolution

Salt the Wound

Just like paint, this is the human way, thou's death war driven, battlefield scent fulfilled.
Purely blood and exrement, this is unholy, the holy war is a mask.
Disgust, betrayal, mutiny, destruction. (2x)

Just like paint thrown onto canvas, thrown onto the.
These stars are spreading, throughout the surface.
The perfect candidate for an oversea mutiny, grave fear of no return fear without war.

Cause I heard a noise in the street after the accident, the accident.
Left to bear arms as our token, left to bear arms. (2x)

Just like paint thrown onto canvas, thrown onto the.
These stars are spreading, throughout the surface.
The perfect candidate for an oversea mutiny, grave fear of no return fear without war.

How long will we hold, how long will we.
Hold my escape, my breathe, my might, this power of my sight, this bleeding from my own figure.
A motion of the abandoned, this is an era of revolution.
Again the streets grew restless leaving heads to the curbs, teeth pressing through gums.

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