Sunday 歌词

Tic, tock Can you hear that? Can you my love? Take this crooked hand, I am a faithless man Take this fucking hand! Heave-Ho, this burden. Heave-Ho, is not yours to bare In this empty shell of a man, lies nothing but pain Nothing else than self hatred for this oblivious world I am the one I am the world, I am every women and child that has ever died due to evil men I am the one, who fights with the devil, but the devil does not fight fair For every woman and every child that I have died for over the years Laying on top of them, trying to protect them from the bullets that fly everywhere But I am just an empty vessel I am the afterbirth of a whore screaming in pain in an alley Where her bastard child is born But just take this hand, and you will be saved I will give you everything, but there is no one there Can you hear that? Can you my love? Can you hear them sing?