Broken Hands
Bled of all you had to lose
I can feel your fear and weakness
I see my own in the mirrors of your eyes
Carved into a corner hopeless
There's death ahead and doom behind
There's a bad storm blowing in
And most of us won't make it
The wreckage of your past
Means nothing now, forsake it
The memories cripple you
You're torn apart, your doubt must die
It only fell apart 'cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
It only fell apart 'cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
Well there's those that do
And those that just do talking
We're all going through hell
It's burn or keep on walking
The blackguards sing their shanty
Pure death riding the wind
Right now it's do or die
How will you choose to live
The memories that ruin you
You're torn apart, your doubt must die
It only fell apart 'cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
It only fell apart 'cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
You best belay self-pity
Locked in devastation's throes
The noose awaits you swinging
A blade of malice cuts the rope
Hostility ensues
No attempt to repent
Your struggles vindicate the illest of intent
(Die) It only fell apart 'cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
It only fell apart 'cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
With your broken hands
I can feel your fear and weakness
I see my own in the mirrors of your eyes
Carved into a corner hopeless
There's death ahead and doom behind
There's a bad storm blowing in
And most of us won't make it
The wreckage of your past
Means nothing now, forsake it
The memories cripple you
You're torn apart, your doubt must die
It only fell apart 'cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
It only fell apart 'cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
Well there's those that do
And those that just do talking
We're all going through hell
It's burn or keep on walking
The blackguards sing their shanty
Pure death riding the wind
Right now it's do or die
How will you choose to live
The memories that ruin you
You're torn apart, your doubt must die
It only fell apart 'cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
It only fell apart 'cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
You best belay self-pity
Locked in devastation's throes
The noose awaits you swinging
A blade of malice cuts the rope
Hostility ensues
No attempt to repent
Your struggles vindicate the illest of intent
(Die) It only fell apart 'cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
It only fell apart 'cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
With your broken hands
Credits
Writer(s): John Campbell, Will Adler, David Randall Blythe, Mark Morton, Chris Adler
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