Hands bound (Baby its you).
Tongues tied (And the choice is gone).
Hands bound (Baby its you).
Tongues tied (And the
choice is gone).
What the f**k do you want from us?!
Its time to fill their lungs with gunpowder, and offer them a light.
Dont
give them their last words.
Dont give...
dont give them their last good-byes.
Give us your location and a list of all your
lies.
Your lies have found their way (a falling angel) into complacency.
Hands bound (Baby its you).
Tongues tied (And the choice
is gone).
Hands bound (Baby its you).
Tongues tied (And the choice is gone).
Lets hold hands and share some blood.
Lets hold
hands and share some blood.
Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!
What the f**k do you want from us?!
Its time
to fill their lungs with gunpowder.
This is your, this is your pigs portrait, pigs portrait.
This is your pigs portrait.
This is
your pigs portrait.
