Walking Wounded

Lethal

Part of the answer, part of the problem
All of the symptoms buried in nothing
Walking wounded, no direction
Walking wounded, no connection
We're on the mend again

Part of you laughing, part of you crying
Part of living, everything dying
Walking wounded, no direction
Walking wounded, no connection
We're on the mend
We all pretend
We're on the mend again

I never worry
I never hurry
Don't you need me
Don't you feed me

Walking wounded, no direction
Walking wounded, no connection
We're on the mend
We all pretend
We're on the mend again
We're on the mend
We all pretend
We're on the mend again