When Your Last Hand Folds

Cut out my tongue and carve out my eyes
So i see no evil and i speak no lies
We all die alone, we all die unwise
We all dig our graves and we die in our pride
And i see no way to get out alive
Cause my Lord is coming to pay back and chastise me

Rain down and pour me a river
Rain down and pour me a river
Rain down and pour me a river
Oh lord pour me a river

Faith is a lavishness we all can disguise as a mountain of fool's gold
Oh the cadence of trying to hide
From the sins of our fathers and our mother's unfaithful eyes
You can bet there's a payback coming for the blood i shed and dried

Rain down and pour me a river
Rain down and pour me a river
Rain down and pour me a river
Oh lord pour me a river

I was born in a den of thieves on my mother's darkest day
Like a wayward son i came, my father never gave me a name
I bred death on a sudden whim, i sowed hate among my kin
But the Lord is coming, the Lord is coming to pay me back my sins

Rain down and pour me a river
Rain down and pour me a river
Rain down and pour me a river
Oh lord pour me a river



Credits
Writer(s): Joe Mansman
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