Broken Hands (B) (исполнитель: Lamb of God)
Blood 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 [bad word] ] It only fell apart 'Cause you let it Blood 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] you You're torn apart your doubt must Die [bad word] You best belay self-pity Locked in devastation's throes The noose awaits you swinging, blade of malice cuts the rope Hostility ensues, No attempt to repent Your [bad word] vindicate the illest of intent Die [bad word]