كلمات Hands Od Orlac

How I'd like to shake this body off I want to adore the hands that hate us all My darling there must be pieces missing Drink to us and swear to tell no one What becomes of you How I'd like to shake this body off A feather to the storm The hands that break the soul They will keep us spinning Now you're saying things you've never meant We're really not so different We'll isolate the enemies And make them helpless just like me I'm like my father, sire, father, liar Father, sire, father, liar How I'd like to shake this body off And to scratch away these thorns The hands that will not hold And they will not help us Now I sleep at night How do the hands keep bearing down on me?