Smoke Blow - Final Hands - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Smoke Blow - Final Hands lyrics

Artist: Smoke Blow

album: The Record

Where did summer go
Remember me for the times i ruined you
Take this blade to my wrist
You heard the hordes beeing on their way
A far cry from pestilence
Now you come looking for me
You're all alone in a time of need
Regret will get you in the end
Roll the dice in your game of pretend
Walk your tunnel with no light at the end
No self control, under command
Crucified by final hands
And when the end comes
It will burn bright like ten million suns
Take this blade to my wrist
You heard the hordes beeing on their way
Walk down final hands walk down
Hands off my testament
Beware of my testament
This is only the beginning
It's the end
Final hands walk down
Final hands walk down
Final hands crucified for heresy
Final hands crucified for heresy

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