Cutt Off Your Hands en Fit For Rivals

Pass this on as my epilogue.
Heartless, selfish, alone they'll fall.
Light the match, breathe in deep I cried.
Lock the doors, let them burn inside.
Cut off your hands there's no escaping.
You try to get up to severe the craving.

Redrawn, appease this con, and recess back to what you've become.

The end is neigh, fading into night.
Vengeance, consequence, left entwined.
Abhor the hopeless, apprise this crime, soon everything will be alright.
Cut off your hands there's no escaping.
You try to get up to severe the craving.

Redrawn, appease this con, and recess back to what you've become.

You think I've had enough, but I'm not giving up.
You think I've had enough.
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And I say.
Cut off your hands there's no escaping.
You try to get up to severe the craving.

Redrawn, appease this con, and recess back to what you've become.

Cut off your hands there's no escaping.
You try to get up to severe the craving.