Paroles: Fear Factory. Obsolete. Soulwound.

A tortured whipping dog defiled
Stalked by oblivion and denial
Scarring lacerations
Hopeless devastation

The cuts, cut deeper
The cuts, cut deeper
The cuts, cut deeper, deeper, deeper

These wounds are small slices of death
Draining my soul and final breath
Self-inflicted dementia
Bone shallow gravedigger

The cuts, cut deeper
The cuts, cut deeper
The cuts, cut deeper, deeper, deeper

Soulwound
Soulwound, soulwound
Soulwound
Soulwound, soulwound

Soulwounds I cannot conceal
These wounds are so hard to heal

A tortured whipping dog defiled
Stalked by oblivion and denial
Scarring lacerations
Hopeless devastation

The cuts, cut deeper
The cuts, cut deeper
The cuts, cut deeper, deeper, deeper