Hand of God

I could never let go of it Watch you wade through the quicksand It’s so hard to reject vengeance when it’s placed into the palm my hands Sick of biting the bullet Sick of hiding emotion beneath my skin Face up to the hands of God and let the quicksand suck you in [Alex of Exemption] The pendulum swings Feel the fury in the sands of time Gaze in to the hourglass Turn reality on it’s head I’m sick of biting the bullet I’m sick of holding my tongue Your guilt cemented onto your wrists Watch the end of your life come by my fist Your guilt cemented onto your wrists Watch the end of your life come by my fist Face up to the hands of god and let the quicksand suck you in