Lyrics

We'll peel the skin from your hands Your painted fortunes ruined everyone I'll leave right after this I stand no chance in any and nothing Winter builds many wives and daughters The courier lips fell on foreign snow You're sad and boring So sad and boring With nothing You're hand is white But you're not in black And your hand is white We'll cut then kill the young We'll cut then kill the young Doesn't everyone? When your hand is white But you're not in black And your hand is white We'll cut then kill the young We'll cut then kill the young Doesn't everyone? Doesn't everyone? Doesn't everyone? Doesn't everyone?