Cold Hands

Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains

We get along and their very bones decay

Try to find what little else remains

My heart still beatin', but I'm feelin' so restrained

Well, you try to make a livin' by usin' what you got

But the way that it's goin', well, you're gonna get shot

These are old, cold hands

Misfortune passed down from the times of old

Been rendered senseless in a temple made of gold

I heard you're really out here all alone

I'm stuck in limbo and you're perched atop a throne

Well, you try to make a livin' by doin' what is right

But the way that it's goin', well, you better look the part

These are old, cold hands

Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains

We get along and their very bones decay

Try to find what little else remains

My heart still beatin', but I'm feelin' so restrained

Then you try to make a livin' by usin' what you got

But the way that it's goin', well, you're gonna get shot

These are old, cold hands

Well, you try to make a livin' by doin' what is right

But the way that it's goin', well, you better look the part

These are old, cold hands

These are old, cold hands

These are old, cold hands