Letra de The Lines in My Hand
We are dying in the wake of gods and decrees remain arcane And everything around us is a consequence of painWe are dying in the wake of gods and decrees remain arcane And everything around us is a consequence of painWe are dying in the wake of gods and decrees remain arcane And everything around us is a consequence of painThe writings on the wall depict a truth that no one sees A government of puppets blinded by another creedBurning voice of insanity Nothing is the same Barren lands for the idle man Find all the lines in your handBlinding storms are surrounding us Take control In our caps, poisoned wine Find all the lines in your hands