512 - Lamb Of God

Six bars laid across the sky

Four empty walls to fill the time

One careless word, you lose your life

A grave new world awaits inside

Lycanthropic survival instincts

Embrace the beast and shun the weak

Awake the primal one that sleeps inside

Or feel the shiv (er) running through your spine

The time is slipping by, no peace in sight

But the teeth of time still hold their bite

My hands are painted red

My future’s painted black

I can’t recognize myself

I’ve become someone else

My hands are painted red

My hands are painted red

Schizophrenic amnesia

Bid goodbye to all you knew and loved

Forget the only life that you knew outside

They bought the ticket, now you take the ride

The time is slipping by no peace in sight

But the teeth of time still hold their bite

My hands are painted red

My future’s painted black

I can’t recognize myself

I’ve become someone else

My hands are painted red

My hands are painted red

Another number quickly learns the rules

A hidden burner waits to point at you

A subtle gesture and you’re ventilated

Talk isn’t cheap here, bleed out in payment

Six bars laid across the sky

Four empty walls to fill the time

My hands are painted red

My future’s painted black

I can’t recognize myself

I’ve become someone else

My hands are painted red

My hands are painted red

My future’s painted black

I can’t recognize myself

I’ve become someone else

My hands are painted red

My hands are painted red