Cut Off Your Hands

Tradução

Fit For Rivals

Compositor: Renee Lea Runfola / Thomas Jim Amason

Pass this on as my epilogue
Heartless, selfish, alone they'll fall
Light the match, breathe in deep I cried
Lock the doors, let them burn inside
Cut off your hands there's no escaping
You try to get up to severe the craving

Redrawn, appease this con, and recess back to what you've become

The end is neigh, fading into night
Vengeance, consequence, left entwined
Abhor the hopeless, apprise this crime, soon everything will be alright
Cut off your hands there's no escaping
You try to get up to severe the craving

Redrawn, appease this con, and recess back to what you've become

You think I've had enough, but I'm not giving up
You think I've had enough
You think I've had enough, but I'm not giving up
You think I've had enough

And I say
Cut off your hands there's no escaping
You try to get up to severe the craving

Redrawn, appease this con, and recess back to what you've become

Cut off your hands there's no escaping
You try to get up to severe the craving