Broken Hands — Lamb Of God

Blood of all you had to lose

I can feel your fear and weakness I see my own in the mirrors of your eyes Caught into a corner, hopeless Near death ahead and truth 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 dumb mistake

It only fell apart 'cause you let it Blood of all you had to lose Pick up the pieces with your broken hands

It only fell apart 'cause you live in it Blood 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 talkin' We're all going through hell Let's burn or keep on walkin'

The bigots sink their ships And fuel death riding the wind Right now it's do or die How will you choose to live?

The memories that ruined you You're torn apart, your dumb mistake

It only fell apart 'cause you let it Blood of all you had to lose Pick up the pieces with your broken hands

It only fell apart 'cause you live in it Blood of all you had to lose Pick up the pieces with your broken hands

You'd best release 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

It only fell apart 'cause you let it Blood of all you had to lose Pick up the pieces with your broken hands

It only fell apart 'cause you live in it Blood of all you had to lose Pick up the pieces with your broken hands With your broken hands