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)