Текст Fit For Rivals – Cut Off Your Hands

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
Try to get up to sever the craving
Redrawn, appease this con
And recess back to what you’ve become

The end is nigh, 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
Try to get up to sever 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
Try to get up to sever the craving
Redrawn, appease this con
And recess back to what you’ve become

Cut off your hands there’s no escaping
Try to get up to sever the craving