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Exit Wound - Track 12 from the album Wound. "Wound" is a concept album focusing around a fictional character, following him through the most innocent of intentions, bad decisions, fracture, contemplation, resolution and moving on. released 05 September 2012. Copyright Spyros Charmanis. All rights reserved. http://www.spyros-charmanis.com Exit Wound ------------------ It doesn't feel like home anymore Despite all the things he brought indoors The past tense is aching Unease as to what the next day holds He sits and counts the stars above The ceiling that holds him under Four walls reflect his flaws And a floor as cold as murder Awake in bed he blinks away Hating he's so juvenile Examples brought to stop the rain And force him to simplify Not brave enough to face the fact He had always what he wanted A piece of paper stands intact And a feeling of 'how much longer?' Push the words to paper Moments before the storm He gave birth to something he can't hold Can't cast it out, can't live without And it's piercing his perception Deliberate, yet inconceivable Describe the circle you've created Oblivious to the patience But acknowledging the need to structure To retrace and reframe Results in his personal fracture It's not ok, reciprocate Before the storm He gave birth to something he can't hold Can't cast it out, can't live without And it's piercing his perception Deliberate, yet inconceivable This exit wound calls him home And as I heard you stutter I drowned you harder I finished what I started I drowned you harder Moments after the storm His pieces return to form And if he's brave to look inside He'll find the missing picture Moments after the storm This exit wound calls him home Won't cast it out, or live without Won't be scared to let it linger Deliberate, yet inconceivable This exit wound calls him home. Through day and night, under our eyes again we grow and we crawl, under our eyes again