they turn their backs on you you know it's getting harder you hide your head all alone keep looking over your shoulder as if i'm just being used you just keep on pretending it seems no one has a friend you know it's gonna get harder

my hearts in your hand your nearly a laugh your heads in the sand my hearts in your hand my tongue is tied..

they turn their knives in you you know it's gonna get harder which chauvinist should i kill? why do i even bother ?

need a home to bury these bones gotta try to stand my own ground they turn their knives in you like the lamb that's brough to the f*cking slaughter you lose control like a wolf in sheeps clothes i'm a killer at heart but i'll find my way out

my tongue is tied but my spirit is flyin' i run like a star like the heart of a bird please
don't drive me to sin this way and
that way the brain of the sky the blood of my soul it's like i ain't here my tongue is tied my spirit is flyin

hearts blood on your dawn