Wire and Bone - Diöde

So come on, call your four seasons

You succeed by showing your teeth

Oh and you know how it feels

And you know how it rolls

So take me through this darkness

And leave what’s left for the wounded

You are corrupt, you are torn

You are tattered and broke at the seam

It’s that push that sends you thousands of miles

Across the oceans wide

That’s filled with wire and bone

And cuts through soul