Hands Up

We can watch it burn, or wait around for the world to turn
The apple tastes much sweeter than the lie
You'd think I would learn
Another ego waiting for the burst
Saviors stealing servants from the sky

Look to the heavens for the breakdown

Hands up
No one make a move, it doesn't matter if you follow the rules, you won't get out alive
Face down
Nothing left to lose
A little broken and bruised but one chance to get it right
If I lose, I'll be going down swinging
A little punch-drunk, fuck it, I'm still up for the fight

Hands up
No one make a move, it doesn't matter if you follow the rules
You won't get out alive

Stand up or you serve
Folded hands and empty words
Pontius Pilate's crashing in the night
(Bless the broken and the ties that bind)
Puncture every word
Still the flame of the failing nerves
Screaming out in silence, fading light

Look to the heavens for the breakdown

Hands up
No one make a move, it doesn't matter if you follow the rules you won't get out alive
Face down
Nothing left to lose
A little broken and bruised

But one chance to get it right
If I lose, I'll be going down swinging
A little punch-drunk, fuck it, I'm still up for the fight
Hands up

No one make a move, it doesn't matter if you follow the rules
You won't get out alive
Hands up
Hands up

I can see you've got it all figured out
What now

Hands up
No one make a move, it doesn't matter if you follow the rules you won't get out alive
Face down
Nothing left to lose
A little broken and bruised
but one chance to get it right
If I lose, I'll be going down swinging
A little punch-drunk, fuck it, I'm still up for the fight

Hands up
No one make a move, it doesn't matter if you follow the rules
You won't get out alive
You won't get out alive
Hands up



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Writer(s): Timothy Harper
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