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greg and i weren't happy with parts of the original version...or mix. so...here is our new version of precision wounding. nicely refurbished...
let us know your opinion. i'll leave the old version up for a short period of time for comparison.
thanks everyone...we really appreciate all of you.
age
-sons of hypnos
let us know your opinion. i'll leave the old version up for a short period of time for comparison.
thanks everyone...we really appreciate all of you.
age
-sons of hypnos
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Lyrics
-PRECISION WOUNDING-
I ride a pale horse
tangled in the reins
no one can help me
no one can save me
no one can reach me
no one tries
in the twilight we fall
deteriorating now
I take my chances
drunk and drowning in despair
no one can help me
no one can save me
no one can reach me
no one tries
in the twilight we fall
deteriorating now
sweet night
coursing through me
she pulls it from me
it's almost soothing
the way she's thriving
upon me dying
when she's hurting
thats when hurts me
she's always thirsty
swiftly consuming
all of my warnings
precision wounding
precision wounding
oh...heat the pins
stab them in
I will be your pincushion
heat the pins
stab them in
I will be your pincushion
I bleed myself dry
breaking pieces of my life
no one can help me
no one can save me
no one can reach me
no one tries
in the twilight we fall
deteriorating now
I ride a pale horse
tangled in the reins
no one can help me
no one can save me
no one can reach me
no one tries
in the twilight we fall
deteriorating now
I take my chances
drunk and drowning in despair
no one can help me
no one can save me
no one can reach me
no one tries
in the twilight we fall
deteriorating now
sweet night
coursing through me
she pulls it from me
it's almost soothing
the way she's thriving
upon me dying
when she's hurting
thats when hurts me
she's always thirsty
swiftly consuming
all of my warnings
precision wounding
precision wounding
oh...heat the pins
stab them in
I will be your pincushion
heat the pins
stab them in
I will be your pincushion
I bleed myself dry
breaking pieces of my life
no one can help me
no one can save me
no one can reach me
no one tries
in the twilight we fall
deteriorating now
I like the sound on the guitar... It's a nice song.... A good rock song.... The chorus is in my head already....