Salt in the Wound

(ahh...) I stand tall in the driving rain

Built of granite and ancient pain They gather round to watch me

fall

Writing their names upon the wall

I am the monument,

the monolith (staring down) A wound cracked open for them to pour

salt in (pouring down)

Every chip

and every scar

Shows exactly

who they are I take the weight

and hold the line

Frozen in this

endless time

Let it burn, let it sting (burn,

sting)

Hear the choir of the broken sing

I am the monument,

the monolith (staring down)

A wound cracked open for them to pour salt in

(pouring down)

Pour it in... (ahhhh)