Our Cold Hands (Rewired by Ben Barwick) Songtext
von Avarice in Audio

How the rooster crows
When his fields do not grow
You reap what you sew
When I came into your home
Behind the doors, all alone
Carving skin, down to the bones
In this void, which we roam
Strayed from our lonesome road

Theres blood in the soil
My soul in mortal coil
God stole wealth for toil
His purity has spoiled


Our cold hands of time
No truth inside my lies
Shrouded in my disguise
There′s no way to rewind
These cold hands of mine
Veilless, empty eyes
My touch, cold like ice
Porcelain carcass left white

I can't fall in love
I can′t fall in love
I can't fall in love
I can't fall in love with you

I can′t fall in love
I can′t fall in love
I can't fall in love with you

I have been perdition′s son
Born under a capricious sun
Discord rains in blood
While the smoke fills my lungs
A false beast, that we've strung
Falling for my mothers tongue
He looks like he′s young
From where his neck has once hung

We are not victims today
Love in hidden alleyways
Our first kiss as born strays
Surviving scandal and disdain


Our cold hands of time
No truth inside my lies
Shrouded in my disguise
There's no way to rewind
These cold hands of mine
Veilless, empty eyes
My touch, cold like ice
Porcelain carcass left white

I can′t fall in love
I can't fall in love
I can't fall in love
I can′t fall in love with you
I can′t fall in love with you