Текст песни Sixteen Cell - My Tongue Is Rushing Scars Out

This blood is on your lips
Just scratches from barbed wire,
That tightened through corners of my mouth.

It's just a patch on my cheeks,
I could not shout loud

Words cling to the tips of the wire,
Showering ragged tongue with bloody slivers.

I'm trying to straighten pieces of wire,
But it only tear pieces of my cheeks out, and I still keep silent.

Scars of my tongue have been healed long ago.
They are gaining strength, dissecting tissue and blood vessels, again.
My words look like blood clots

I can not utter any word,
Although they squeeze my throat.
These wounds and scars are sealed up my mouth
There is nothing stranger here, it's all mine

I feel the smell of rotten meat.
I see the skull pierced by wire, which smiling at me from the mirror.
There is nothing stranger here, it’s all mine:
My scars, my flesh, my pain.

I feel the smell of rotten meat.
I see the skull pierced by wire, which smiling at me from the mirror.