Cut Off Your Hands

Fit For Rivals

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    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

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    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
    You think I've had enough, but I'm not giving up
    You think I've had enough

    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

    Song details

    Composition: Renee Lea Runfola and Thomas Jim Amason

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