Bury Your Dead - Hands To Hide The Shame

And all the effort I put into you spit in my face. We were Stitched from the same cloth and torn apart by the damages done You belong to me and I belong to something so much greater than this We were brought here to make this work I cant find the words, I cant find the hands to cover my face. The shame is too great Let me be the first to say this overwhelming guilt is more than anyone should ever have to bear I'm taken back and made to see things for what they really are I am. The abyss I am the bottomless end I will overtake you, I am the end We were brought here to make this work I cant find the words, I cant find the hands to cover my face. The shame is too great