The Menzingers are heading back to the UK for their first headline tour in three years
The Flatliners join the Philly punks on their first extended run here in three years.
Cruz Beckham
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We'll stretch the skin out till it hurts
A smile from ear to ear
Your side of the story, the worst
Attempt at preventing tears
Here I am, the archetype of words
Give me a moment
And I'll make it worse
The flesh it opens in cold blood
It's put to paper with
A constant upper hand I could
Claim to be at peace with it
Or I could set fire to your dying wit
Welcome to heartbreak
You're gonna drown in it
And I'll be on the ocean floor
Black hearts, dead hands
The ink has finally run dry from this lonely pen
The cardiac arrest is worse
When honest spines are still
The blade it ruptures, no remorse
But a hell of a way to feel
Your insides flatten out and flee the course
And a tangled conscience creates a new Cold War
I won't be your open door
About this track
"Dead Hands" is a song by The Flatliners from the album Dead Language, released in 2013.
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Black hearts, dead hands
The ink has finally run dry from this tragic pen
Black hearts, dead hands
We'll sink down to the bottom while you're busy sifting sands
Your cold dead hands
Those cold dead hands
I'd like to thank the sands of time
For burying us both just right
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