Five Thousand Fingers

Our life is in your hands, tables turn, sun will fade, don't let him fool you cause he won't let you in
Serenade all the ones who came; panthers, burners, smokers, addicts, we're all the same
All lit with flames and all deemed to hell, walk into the Catholic Church and ring the bell

You're not so special
If you think you're special, you've got to remember that I am the devil, that I am the vessel
These thoughts that you wrestle, they are not essential if you have potential
There is no denying, I know you've been spying, fake tears you've been crying, inside you've been dying
They say you've been lying, conniving, and prying your way in, but I won't let you in
To the Gates o' Hell

Little Johnny had a hard, hard life
Foster dad whooped him every night
So one day Johnny ran away, down to hell with his foster dad's head for pay

Don't be afraid, roll the dice
You've been holding, our life is in your hands, tables turn, the sun will fade
Don't let him fool you, cause he won't let you in, to the Gates o' Hell

Walkin' and talkin' and walkin' and talkin' and why won't they just shut up
(Walkin' and talkin' and walkin' and talkin' and why won't they just shut up)
They think they know, better than us
(They think they know, better than us)
When are you gonna wake up
(When are you gonna wake up)
Play the dirty piano, play it till you die
(Play the dirty piano, play it till you die)

You're not so special
If you think you're special, you've got to remember that I am the devil, that I am the vessel
These thoughts that you wrestle, they are not essential if you have potential
There is no denying, I know you've been spying, fake tears you've been crying, inside you've been dying
They say you've been lying, conniving, and prying your way in, but I won't let you in
To the Gates o' Hell



Credits
Writer(s): Adolfo Chamorro, Noah Corrado
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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