Birdeatsbaby - Hands of Orlac | Текст песни

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How I'd like to shake this body off
I want to adore
The hands that hate us all

My darling there must be pieces missing?
Dream to us
I swear to
tell noone what becomes of you

How I'd like to shake this body off
A feather to the storm
The hands that break the soul
They will keep us spinning

Now you're saying things you've never meant
We're really not so different
We'll isolate the enemies
And make them help?
This just not me!

And my father, sire

Father, liar

Father, sire

Father, liar

How I'd like to shake this body off

And to scratch away the thorns

From the hands that will not hold

And they will not help us now

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