Broken Hands - Lamb Of God

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

It only fell apart 'cause you let it

Bled of all you had to lose

Pick up the pieces with your broken hands

It only fell apart 'cause you let it

Bled 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 hell

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 that ruin you

You’re torn apart your doubt must die

It only fell apart 'cause you let it

Bled of all you had to lose

Pick up the pieces with your broken hands

It only fell apart 'cause you let it

Bled of all you had to lose

Pick up the pieces with your broken hands

You best delay self-pity

Locked in devastation’s throes

The noose awaits you swinging

A blade of malice cuts the rope

Hostility ensues, no attempt to repent

Your struggles vindicate the illest of intent

Die

It only fell apart 'cause you let it

Bled of all you had to lose

Pick up the pieces with your broken hands

It only fell apart 'cause you let it

Bled of all you had to lose

Pick up the pieces with your broken hands