Through the Wrists Songtext
von Asm A Tik

Man, left is left
And left ain′t right
Share your scissors with the class
Never mind your sight
And I remember bolstering my desires
And I remember putting out the fires

Heads out
Hearts in
Heads out
Hearts in
Heads out


Boy, write with your right
Doesn't practice make perfect sense?
A cure for sickness
Heads down
Ritual hands up
That′s just how they like you
Weak, defenseless

Hearts in
Heads out
Hearts in
Heads out
Hearts in

I forgot the names
Water over my veins
Visiting hours are over
But I find closure

Through the wrists
Through the wrists

Held on until we bled
Why do we try to preserve the dead?
There are no true lovers here
Just people doing their duty