Paroles de Left Hand

It's a self-portrait Painted with your blood Revealing your darkest thoughts Claiming yourselves to be the victims, Victims that you are not Empty feelings filling your empty shell Of a self-centered existence A distorted vision of your reality A reality you deny And each sunset brings a darker day And people are all the same Claiming yourselves to be the victims, Victims that you are not Erase all the lust Break down all will Glorified defeatist Amputated left hand Scared of what you might find? Dig out what's deep inside Sermons and false sympathy This life suits you well Empty feelings filling your empty shell Of a self-centered existence A distorted vision of your reality A reality you deny And each sunset brings a darker day And people are all the same Claiming yourselves to be the victims, Victims that you are not Scared of what you might find? Dig out what's deep inside Sterile and virgin This death suits you well