Cut Of Your Hands

Cut Of Your Hands testo

Pass this on as my epilogue.
Heartless, selfish, alone they’ll fall.
“Light the match, breathe in deep,” I cried,
“Lock the doors, let them burn inside.”
Cut off your hands, there’s no escaping.

Try to get up to severe the craving.
Redrawn, appease this con, and recess back to what you’ve become.
The end is neigh, fading into night.
Vengeance, consequence, left entwined.
Abhor the hopeless, apprise this crime, soon everything will be alright

Cut off your hands there’s no escaping.
Try to get up to severe the craving.
Redrawn, appease this con, and recess back to what you’ve become.
You think I’ve had enough, but I’m not giving up.
You think I’ve had enough ?
You think I’ve had enough, but I’m not giving up.
You think I’ve had enough !

And I say.

Cut off your hands there’s no escaping.
Try to get up to severe the craving.
Redrawn, appease this con, and recess back to what you’ve become.
Cut off your hands there’s no escaping.
Try to get up to severe the craving.