Texty: Corrosion Of Conformity. Live Volume. Clean My Wounds.

I see the world through blood shot eyes
Streets filled with blood from distant lies
No the world never comprise
The real time for rearranging

Help me Jesus, help me clean my wounds
He said, ?He cannot heal that kind?
Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind
He said, ?It happens every time?

(Knock it down)
And that's how the story goes
(Knock it down)
In the land of a 1000 no's
(Knock it down)
I'm all over you in time my mind is changing
Oh knock it down

Black on black gives me a heart attack
And the silence makes it deadly
Some choose to kill with a simple will
I've seen them fall fast and steady

Help me Jesus, help me clean my wounds
He said, ?He cannot heal that kind?
Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind
He said, ?It happens every time?

(Knock it down)
And that's how the story goes
(Knock it down)
In the land of a 1000 no's
(Knock it down)
I'm all over you in time my mind is changing

Twist of fate won't give me a break
And myself I'm slow and tired
I've got to rise with these blood shot eyes
But I keep falling when I'm higher

Help me Jesus, help me clean my wounds
He said, ?He cannot heal that kind?
Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind
He said, ?It happens every time?

(Knock it down)
And that's how the story goes
(Knock it down)
In the land of a 1000 no's
(Knock it down)
We are bleeding sins and our sins are always fading

Oh fading, oh fading, oh fading
Oh knock it down, knock it down
Oh knock it down, knock it down
Oh knock it down, knock it down
Oh knock it down