Voice,
Can make a grown man cry.
If you can't save this noise,
Then how the hell can I, without cashing in?
My heroes have all died in battle,
So cut off my hands at the wrists.
The streets will run red with our blood now.
The streets will run red,
The streets will run red with my love.
My vendetta black.
Lie,
Until my teeth cave in.
From all the fists that fly,
For the sudden sake,
Of cashing all your chips.
Of cashing in,
Your heroes have all died in battle,
So cut off my hands at the wrists.
The streets will run red with our blood now.
The streets will run red,
The streets will run red,
Vendetta Black
Black!
Long wait, hold on.
Long wait, hold on.
Long wait, hold.
My heroes have all died in battle,
So cut off my hands at the wrists.
The streets will run red with our blood now.
The streets will run red with my love.
The streets will run red.
The greatful return to a fable,
And the hateful reside in my lap.
In my hands
My hands,
MY hands,
My hands, hands, hands.