كلمات THE CHAIN HAND

From the blistered hands They give the gift Of ever-burning pain If once was never enough It's just another scar to lay in me I found myself Here in the frigid dirt Here in the frigid dirt I found myself In the middle From the blistered hands They give the gift Of ever-burning pain If once was never enough It's just another scar that lies in me I found myself Here in the frigid dirt Here in the frigid dirt I found myself In the middle Of it all To find myself in a bed of feathers You are the same You won't let go Goodbye This is only a is born At its wake And can't you see the very edge On the grave of Don't ever Don't Let's go back to the beginning Hands They give the gift Of ever-burning pain If once was never enough It's just another scar that lies in me I found myself Here in the frigid dirt Here in the frigid dirt I found myself In the middle Of it all