Cam Bird - The Devil's Hands

Hound show your teeth and feast on me
Take your trophy in perpetuity
Now your life is a feast of road rage
A famine void as it takes centre stage

I let the crows pick away at my skin
As the reapers close and circle their way in
I'm stripped of what used to make me a man
There's no tell on the cards in the devil's hand

The devil's hands
Come take my lamb
The devil's hands

I raise my flag in the hope of truce
I can't stomach the fight, no its just no use
I crawl on my hands, yeah there's blood in my teeth
I become what I swore I would never ever reach

The horn sounds, yeah the devils here
I collapse on myself in the stench of my own fear
I pray to god for him to lift this curse
But there's nothing left in my good will purse

The devil's hands
Come take my lamb
The devil's hands

The devil's hands
Come take my lamb
The devil's hands

Written by:
Cameron Bird

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