These are not the hands To be clasped in prayer Nor were these knees Made for kneeling Not in servitude nor prayer These hands were made for great and terrible things For acts to be memorized In the annals of history And the subconscious of the whole species From these hands are born heinous acts stories of which Will keep children Awake in their beds Calling for mommies Too scared to move at night Because they know so well that these Hands might be about
These hands guide me Steer me true Towards pleasures revolting
You will die by these hands
On your flesh I will feast
These hands will create a global graveyard And the road there Starts with the first blow
From your pain I will feed No hope leftTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
