Bandages - Mutoid Man

Scab in the shape of my face

A version of me falling free

Scab in the shape of my heart

You could build a model

Of one that loved so free

Bandages on me

I’m wounded in love

Bandages I need to cut off the blood

Scabs on the skin of my knees

You’re making me crawl

Back into the womb

Bandages on me

I’m wounded in love

Bandages I need to cut off the blood

Tied to that pain gripping my soul

It’s starting to rain and I’m losing

Losing control