Songtext von Gratitude

I was having visions of Ten million ways to die I was having visions of Ten people that might cry I forgot the path I'm on Forgot to sing my song So karma paid Now, no righteous hand will hold The stories I have told So I will say That gratitude Cuts through My veins I hold my hand up and I say That gratitude Cuts through My veins I hold my hand up and I'm awake More old bloody murder from A bastard's old cake hole Ripped up cuticles And moron's wistful And acid to wash my soul Doomsayer's swords And lies for you lores He crippled the mason's shake I'm soft to the core I'll die before bored Held fingers does not a man make That gratitude Cuts through My veins I hold my hand up and I say That gratitude Cuts through My veins I hold my hand up and I'm awakе Hold my hands up And thank you Gratitude Hold my hands up (hey, hey, hеy, hey, hey)