Hands bound (Baby its you).
Tongues tied (And the choice is gone).
Hands bound (Baby its you).
Tongues tied (And the choice is gone).
What the fuck do you want from us?!
Its time to fill their lungs with gunpowder, and offer them a light.
Dont give them their last words.
Dont give...
dont give them their last good-byes.
Give us your location and a list of all your lies.
Your lies have found their way (a falling angel) into complacency.
Hands bound (Baby its you).
Tongues tied (And the choice is gone).
Hands bound (Baby its you).
Tongues tied (And the choice is gone).
Lets hold hands and share some blood.
Lets hold hands and share some blood.
Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!
What the fuck do you want from us?!
Its time to fill their lungs with gunpowder.
This is your, this is your pigs portrait, pigs portrait.
This is your pigs portrait.
This is your pigs portrait.