Your Hands کے بول

To my roots of beginning i've got to come back Cause that vision of fear i face every day It's hot blood beating in my head Wish to hell i was dead So you took me from there, now it's time to forget In your hands i am giving the chances of my life 'cause this crime i've commited, they'll never know why It's stone cold , fire and pain I've been wandering again And even the promise i've made to myself The fact did happen and will disappear someday In your hands i am giving the chances of my life 'cause this crime i've commited, they'll never know why It's stone cold , fire and pain I've been wandering again And even the promise i've made to myself The fact did happen and will disappear someday