Broken Hands I can feel your fear and weakness I see my own in the mirrors of your eyes Carved into a corner hopeless Theres death ahead and doom behind Theres a bad storm blowing in And most of us wont make it The wreckage of your past Means nothing now, forsake it The memories cripple you Youre torn apart, your doubt must Die It only fell apart cause you let it Bled of all you had to lose Pick up the pieces with your broken Hands It only fell apart cause you let it Bled of all you had to lose Pick up the pieces with your broken Hands Well theres those that do And those that just do talking Were all going through hell Its burn or keep on walking The blackguards sing their shanty Pure death riding the wind Right now its do or die Now will you choose to live The memories that ruin you Youre torn apart your doubt must Die It only fell apart cause you let it Bled of all you had to lose Pick up the pieces with your broken Hands It only fell apart cause you let it Bled of all you had to lose Pick up the pieces with your broken Hands You best delay self-pity Locked in devastations throes The noose waits you swinging A blade of malice cuts the rope Hostility ensues, no attempt to repent your struggles vindicate the illest of intent Die It only fell apart cause you let it Bled of all you had to lose Pick up the pieces with your broken Hands It only fell apart cause you let it Bled of all you had to lose Pick up the pieces with your broken Hands
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 21:27:19 +0000