Wo0densoul - Klank

Cringe at the sight

Weary within sorrows plight

Man’s hand has scarred again

Over my wooden soul

Crucified once more

Fallen down, ugly and sore

Principality marks and

Chips my wooden soul

Lies, Man cannot be trusted

My savior bleeds

Calloused hands

With fury’s need

To break my wooden soul

My wooden soul

Tear it down, this human hold

Where’s the answers I’d hoped to find?

Release me from the chains that bind

Lies, Man cannot be trusted

How many times must I try

I put my faith in you

Only to be let down

Faced pushed to the ground

And no one cares

Human hold

Takes it toll

No control

Woodensoul