Exalt - Fear Is The Hand lyrics

Torn as a stitch-ridden limb. I feel the sulk as a wretch. I feel the choke with the starve. Fear is the hand at my neck. We wear the cringe of our d**h. To cover shame in our sway. I feel the choke with the starve. Fear is the hand at my neck. I was a wound. I hid the cross like a lust. So I could pride in my void. You are the rot on my heart. I am the wound on your flesh. We wear the cringe of our d**h. I am the hand at your neck. We wear the cringe of our d**h. Fear is the hand at my neck. I was a wound, bleeding out of you