Lamb Of God - Broken Hands

Bled of all you had to lose.

I can feel your fear and weakness,
I see my own in the mirrors of your eyes.

Caught into a corner, hopeless.
Near death ahead, and you behind.

There's a bad storm blowing in,
And most of us won't make it.

The wreckage of your past
Means nothing now forsake it.

The memories cripple you.
You're torn apart, your dumb mistake.

It only fell apart 'cause you let it.
Bled of all you had to lose,
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands.

It only fell apart 'cause you let it.
Bled of all you had to lose,
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands.

Well there's those that do,
And those that just do talkin'.

We're all going through hell,
It's burn or keep on walkin'.

The bigots sink their ships
And fuel death riding the wind.

Right now it's do or die.
How will you choose to live?

The memories that ruined you.
You're torn apart your dumb mistake.

It only fell apart 'cause you let it.
Bled of all you had to lose,
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands.

It only fell apart 'cause you let it.
Bled of all you had to lose,
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands.

You'd best release self pity
Locked in devastation's throes.
The noose awaits you swinging,
A blade of malice cuts the rope.

Hostility ensues.
No attempt to repent.
Your struggles vindicate
The illest of intent.

It only fell apart 'cause you let it.
Bled of all you had to lose,
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands.

It only fell apart 'cause you let it.
Bled of all you had to lose,
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands.
With your broken hands.