Every synapse gone and all the smiles have faded They come en mass to kill the child that came in
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
These hands beat red with the mercy killing Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again These hands beat red with the mercy killing Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again
And all these words beg for the same damn thing now How to return to someplace far behind now
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
This heart is pumping blood much harder than you know These fists are squeezed too tightly ever to let go These are the syncopations on these weary bones
These hands beat red with the mercy killing Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again And this time, this time, this time I'll walk these avenues to find A place where I can let these dreams and demons go And finally rest my weary bonesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
