Dirty Hands کے بول

Temples made of glass will surely fracture Cast a stone that treks into your temporal lobe (pick up the pieces) Sign away everything Life means much more than a suit and a tie Thriving off your dirty hands This empire’s why the men like I indulge on our behalf much like thieves Temples made of glass will surely fracture Cast a stone that treks into your temporal lobe (pick up the pieces) Take away everything We need much more Loot them dry and supply our veins instead Yours is mine I can’t tell whose the wolf and whose the shepherd Time well spent monopolizing life for purpose? I can’t tell whose the wolf or whose the shepherd Hurting the ones who invest in your methods Is it worth selling out your failed vision? Is it wrong? I’ll learn to live with my albatross Cast a stone (Pick up the pieces) Temples made of glass will surely fracture Cast a stone that treks into your temporal lobe (Pick up the pieces)