Absolute - Gatling

My hands, they try to mend

The mistakes that you have made

But it’s already too late

Your hands, they try to feel

As they take away

As they steal

Goodbye my friends

In absolute

Goodbye my friends

In absolute

Drown in my own blood

The crowd stares at me as I walk

Drown in my blood

The crowd stares at me as I walk

And all the faces turn away

Leaving me here

These thoughts swirling in my head

In my head

Sitting in a locked room

Awaiting my demise

With nowhere to go but

Away from here

Sitting in a locked room

Awaiting my demise

With nowhere to go but

Away from here

My hands