The Hands That Guide

As the days ached and trudged along
We knew there was no peace to gain in letting it go
So we meditated and gathered ourselves,
Brave faces on hollow shells
And held our souls in twine, as Goliath came into sight

And so we bite at the hand that claims to feed
Even if our teeth turn to dust, we may then be free

No honour for thieves
You'll pay the debt you took from me
Your skin will burn
In the white hot gaze of those you've turned

I swear to God one day you'll see the truth
The lines you create between us and you
We've been broken and made to your will like glass
But if it's bridges you wish to burn then let my body be ash
You'll burn

No honour for thieves
You'll pay the debt you took from me
Your skin will burn
In the white hot gaze of those you've turned

The thinnest lines can still divide
If we paint them with pride
Brushed in black and white
The hands that guide
Are just as quick to bind



Credits
Writer(s): George Andrews, Louis Doran, Fynn Gillions, Peter Mould
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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