Sunday letra

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?

Art Far Away - Letras

• Cancer
• Gentlemen's Club
• Invite Me In
• Mad As a Hatter
• Migraine
• Obfuscation
• Plainview
• Rabbit's Hole
• Sunday
• The Ghost Network
• The King
• The Man Who Wasn't There
• The Queen
• White Man's Burden
• Your Back Is Gently Breaking