Self inflicted the wound I bled for you, come now and bleed for me too Then stitch me up again Can't see the shape of your face But your eyes let my sun rise, blanket my mind Uncover me again Dead flowers on the wall vultures in the den Got a long list of foes and a shorter list of friends Bury my heart in the woods Spread my remains close by where the weeping willow stood I'll be born again
