Flesh Wound from Critical Response by Critical Response

Bloody knuckles
Beaten down
Pick myself up off the ground
Rise and shine
Fell one more time
Too much on my mind
Mom is god
Dad is dead
Just enough to fuck with my head
Mom is god
Dad is dead
Just enough to fuck with my head

Chorus
Flesh wounds
Showing up like a bruise
Flesh wounds
On the inside of you
Flesh wounds
I got one or two, one or two
Flesh wounds

Remind myself I have to crawl
Stand tall through it all
Empty bag and
Never feeling bad
About the times I’ve had

I scrape my knees
Make them bleed
For the sake of pain
Paper cut what the fuck
Head first into love

Chorus

Awe man, do you have any Band-aids?
I don’t know if my blood will coagulate
My skin my scabs are starting to break
Oh, this fucking hurts

My gut is sprained
Left alone
By my friends
In the end
Who am I?
Look in my eyes

Loyalty never pays

One more scar
On my heart
I cut my legs
I cut my arms
This is me
I fall apart
To show you all my pain

Chorus

• Punk
• garage punk
• old school punk
• punk rock
• Santa Cruz